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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D, 



BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 

THE LIBRARY OF 

PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 



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HYMNAL 




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REFORMED EPISCOPAL 
CHURCH, 



BEING 



A SELECTION OF 

SPIRITUAL SONGS 

WITH MUSIC. 



Authorized by the General Council. May, 1883. 



THE CENTURY CO. NEW-YORK. 



Copyright, 1878, by Scribner & Co. 



Copyright, 1879, by Scribner & Co. 



Copyright, 1881, by The Century Co. 



Copyright, 1884, by The Century Co. 



PREFACE 



The Standing Committee on Revision of Hymnal reported to the Gen- 
eral Council at Baltimore in May, 1883, that " a Hymnal with well-approved 
and devotional tunes accompanying the hymns is a deeply felt want of our 
church, in reference to which your Committee has hitherto been debarred 
from taking action because of the great cost of such a work " ; and sug- 
gested that by taking an existing book of approved excellence, and adding 
to it from our own collection about one hundred of such by inns as are not 
already in the proposed book, a Hymnal could be supplied at reasonable 
cost ( not exceeding sixty cents per copy ) which would admirably answer 
the needs of our church. Whereupon the Committee were " directed to 
proceed with the preparation and publication of the work aforesaid, at the 
cost above expressed, and with the least possible delay." 

This duty has been performed, and the result is here given to the church. 

It is believed that the Hymnal now presented will meet all the require- 
ments of the worship of the Reformed Episcopal Church for some years to 
come, and is the best that could be done at the prescribed cost and in the 
circumstances. The Committee asks a generous reception on the part of 
the congregations whom it has attempted with much labor and pains to 
serve, and trusts that a willingness to honor the unanimous action of the 
General Council of the church will lead the parishes generally to receive 
and adopt it. 

Much of the music will be found suitable for the stated Sunday services 
and the Church Festivals, and much of it suitable for the week-day and 
other social services; and, generally, all of it will be familiar to those ac- 
customed to worship in the Evangelical parishes of the church from which 
the majority of this church have come. 

A classified table of contents has been prepared in addition to the usual 
alphabetical index of subjects, and will prove a ready guide to all the 
hymns pertaining to any division of the church year. 

Wm. R. Nicholson, 

Chas. Edw'd Cheney, 

Herbert B. Turner, \ Committee. 

William Newton, 

Chas. D. Kellogg. 



TABLE OF CONTENTS 



AS RELATING TO THE CHRISTIAN YEAR, 



I. THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



1. ADVENT. 



Hymn. 

451 Hail to the Lord's anointed. 

465 Come, kingdom of our God. 

512 Christ is coming ! let creation. 

518 Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake. 

519 Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come. 

520 Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear. 



Hymn. 

521 Lo ! what a glorious sight appears. 

522 Behold, the mountain of the Lord. 

523 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart. 
534 Rejoice, rejoice believers. 

554 Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes. 

555 Lo ! he comes with clouds descending. 



2. CHRISTMAS. 



63 
171 
172 

173 

318 
402 
556 



As with gladness men of old. 

Hark ! what mean those holy voices. 

Hark ! hark, my soul ; angelic songs are 

swelling. 
Joy to the world, — the Lord has come. 
When, marshaled on the nightly plain. 
Come, thou long-expected Jesus. 
Hark ! the herald angels sing. 



557 He has come ! the Christ of God. 

558 To us a Child of hope is born. 

559 While shepherds watched their flocks 

night. 

560 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing. 

561 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung. 

562 Calm on the listening ear of night. 

563 It came upon the midnight clear. 



by 



3. NEW YEAR. 



539 While, with ceaseless course, the sun. 
543 Great God ! we sing that mighty hand. 



544 
564 



Our Helper, God ! we bless thy name. 
Thou God of Life, whose constant care. 



4. EPIPHANY. 



63 As with gladness men of old. 

318 When, marshaled on the nightly plain. 

401 Light of those whose dreary dwelling. 

402 Come, thou long-expected Jesus. 

450 How beauteous on the mountains. 

451 Hail to the Lord's anointed. 

453 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morn- 
ing. 

455 Hark ! the sound of angel-voices. 



457 On the mountain's top appearing. 

458 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness. 
552 Christ for the world we sing. 

565 Rise ! crowned with light, imperial Salem, 

rise. 

566 Watchman ! tell us of the night. 

567 Brigh test and best of the sons of the morning. 

568 How beauteous are their feet. 

569 O'er mountain-tops the Mount of God. 



108 Lord ! when we bend before thy throne. 

180 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord. 

207 Not all the blood of beasts. 

213 Like sheep we went astray. 

216 There is a fountain filled with blood. 

227 Jesus, — and didst thou leave the sky. 

228 I hear the Saviour say. 

229 I hear thy welcome voice. 

230 From the cross uplifted high. 
232 I saw the cross of Jesus. 

251 With broken heart and contrite sigh. 

259 O thou, whose tender mercy hears. 



5. LENT. 

570 
571 
572 
573 
574 
575 
576 
577 
578 
579 



O thou ! to whose all-searching sight. 
Saviour, when, in dust, to thee. 
Oh, this soul, how dark and blind. 
Hail, thou once despised Jesus. 
When I view my Saviour bleeding. 
Cross, reproach, and tribulation. 
Though I should seek to wash me clean. 
How oft, alas ! this wretched heart. 
Have mercy, Lord ! on me, 
Oh ! that my load of sin were gone. 
Jesus ! let thy pitying eye. 



CONTENTS. 



6. PASSION WEEK 
Hymn. 
179 Jesus ! thy love shall we forget. 

181 How shall I follow him I serve. 

182 When I survey the wondrous cross. 

183 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore. 

184 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed. 

185 Oh, if my soul were formed for woe. 

186 I saw One hanging on a tree. 

187 How condescending and how kind. 



190 
191 
192 
193 
194 
196 
584 
585 



91 
193 



23 
25 

197 
198 
199 
200 
201 



14 

86 
158 
600 



1 

30 
43 
94 
105 
110 
125 
130 



AND GOOD FRIDAY. 
Hymn. 

188 O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed. 

189 O sacred Head, now wounded. 
192 In the cross of Christ I glory. 

444 Sweet the moments rich in blessing. 

581 'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow. 

582 " 'Tis finished !" — so the Saviour cried. 

583 Through thy precious body broken. 



Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices. 
See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph. 
In the cross of Christ I glory. 
Christ, above all glory seated. 
He lives ! the great Redeemer lives. 
Now to the power of God supreme. 
Come see the place where Jesus lay. 
Ye faithful souls who Jesus know. 



7. EASTER. 

586 
587 
588 
589 
590 
591 
592 
593 



Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. 
Joyful be the hours to-day. 
Hail the day that sees him rise. 
Christ, the Lord, is risen again. 
Angels ! roll the rock away. 
The day of resurrection. 
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high. 
Once the angels started back. 



8. ASCENSION. 



Come, let us join our songs of praise. I 195 

The head that once was crowned with 594 

thorns. | 595 

Mighty God ! while angels bless thee 596 

Christ, above all glory seated. \ 597 



Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone. 
The atoning work is done. 
Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious. 
Our Lord is risen from the dead. 
Rejoice ! the Lord is King. 



9. WHITSUNDAY. 



Come, Gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove. 
Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind. 
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove. 
O Holy Ghost, the Comforter. 
Holy Ghost ! with light divine. 
Gracious Spirit, Love divine. 
Come, Holy Spirit, come ! Let thy. 



202 Blest Comforter divine. 

203 Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy. 

204 Come, Spirit, source of light. 

205 "Tis God the Spirit leads. 

598 He's come ! let every knee be bent. 

599 Lord God, the Holy Ghost. 

600 Father of Heaven ! whose love profound. 



10. TRINITY SUNDAY. 



Come, thou almighty King. 

Holy Father, hear my cry. 

Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb. 

Father of Heaven ! whose love profound. 



601 O Holy, holy, holy Lord. 

602 Father of Light and Love. 

603 The God of Abraham praise. 

604 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty. 



11. THE LORD'S DAY. 



How pleased and blest was I. t 

Welcome, sweet day of rest. 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King. 

Sing to the Lord, our Might. 

Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire. 

Again our earthly cares we leave. 

The day of praise is done. 

For the mercies of the day. 



606 Now, to thy sacred house. 

607 Safely through another week. 

608 As pants the hart for cooling streams. 

609 Far from my thoughts, vain world begone. 

610 O day of rest and gladness. 

611 This is the day of light. 

612 Awake, ye saints ! awake. 

613 Lord of the worlds above. 



II. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



140 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord. 

141 'Twas by an order from the Lord. 

142 God, in the gospel of his Son. 

143 The starry firmament on high. 

144 O word of God incarnate. 

145 The heavens declare his glory. 



146 Thou lovely Source of true delight. 

147 How precious is the book divine. 

148 How shall the young secure their hearts. 

149 Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways 

616 Father of mercies ! in thy word. 

617 The Spirit breathes upon the word. 



III. COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 



10 Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own. 

11 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight. 
31 Come, we who love the Lord. 

48 Blest be the tie that binds. 

49 Jesus, we look to thee. 



50 Let party names no more. 

433 Let saints below in concert sing. 

434 Not to the terrors of the Lord. 
618 Lo ! what a cloud of witnesses. 



VI 



CONTENTS. 



IV. THE CHURCH. 



Hymn. 

1 How pleased and blest was I. 
35 I love thy kingdom, Lord. 
74 Jesus, where'er thy people meet. 

399 Glorious things of thee are spoken. 

400 Hear what God, the Lord hath spoken. 



Hymn. 

434 Not to the terrors of the Lord. 
461 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head. 
623 Like Noah's weary dove. 
648 The Church's one foundation. 



425 
429 



V. BAPTISM AND THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
I. BAPTISM. 



The Saviour kindly calls. 

Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding. 



431 
620 



See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands. 
Soldiers of Christ ! arise. 



2. THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



44 Come, let us join our cheerful songs. 

46 Come let us join our songs of praise. 

435 Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross. 

437 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice. 

438 Come, thou Fount of every blessing. 

439 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored. 

440 While in sweet communion feeding. 

441 Jesus spreads his banner o'er us. 

442 Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult. 

443 Take my heart, O Father ! take it. 

444 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing. 

445 From the table now retiring. 

446 Rock of Ages, cleft for me. 

447 Son of God ! to thee I cry. 



448 " Till he come :" Oh, let the words. 

621 To our Redeemer's glorious name. 

622 Thou, God ! all glory, honor, power. 

623 Like Noah's weary dove. 

624 Blest feast of love divine. 

625 Forever here my rest. 

626 Jesus, we thus obey. 

627 My God, and is thy table spread. 

628 To Jesus, our exalted Lord. 

629 Dear Lord, amid the throng that pressed. 

630 Jesus, thou everlasting King. 

631 According to thy gracious word. 

632 Jesus, at whose supreme command. 

633 And are we now brought near to God. 



VI. SPECIAL SERVICES. 



1. CONFIRMATION. 



211 Jesus, engrave it on my heart. 

264 Saviour, who died for me. 

270 I am coming to the cross. 

334 My faith looks up to thee. 

390 Holy Father, thou hast taught me. 

392 Lead, kindly Light ! amid the encircling 

gloom. 

393 O holy Saviour ! Friend unseen. 



427 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us. 

436 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine. 

437 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice. 
443 Take my heart, O Father ! take it. 

634 Oft in danger, oft in woe. 

635 Thine forever ! — God of Love. 

636 Oh ! in the morn of life, when youth. 

637 Lord, shall thy children come to thee. 



408 Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling. 
450 How beauteous on the mountains. 
638 Father of mercies ! bow thine ear. 



2. ORDINATION. 



639 
640 



Go forth, ye heralds ! in my name. 
O Spirit of the living God. 



3. DEDICATION OF CHURCH OR CHAPEL. 
641 God of our fathers ! from thy throne. | 642 Lord of Hosts ! to thee we raise. 



4. SUNDAY SCHOOLS. 



424 Great God, now condescend. 

426 Shepherd of tender youth. 

427 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us. 



428 Saviour King, i:-. hallowed union. 
430 O God of Bethc I, by whose hand. 
432 By cool Siloam'. shady rill. 



THANKSGIVING DAY. 



166 Grander than ocean's story. 

540 Swell the anthem, raise the song. 

541 Praise to God, immortal praise. 

542 O God, beneath thy guiding hand. 
546 With songs and honors sounding loud. 



547 The mercies of ny God and King. 

551 My country! 'tis of thee. 

643 The spacious fir nament on high. 

644 Eternal Source of every joy. 



CONTENTS. 



Vll 



Hymn. 

353 For what shall 



NATIONAL HYMNS. 
Hymn. 



65 
112 
113 
114 
116 
118 
119 
120 
122 



476 
477 

479 

480 
481 
482 
483 
484 
485 
486 



praise thee, my God and 



my King. 
540 Swell the anthem, raise the song. 



4 Jesus, Sun of Righteousness. 
29 My God ! permit my tongue. 
32 Awake, and sing the song. 



551 

645 



My country! 'tis of thee. 

Now may the God of grace and power. 



7. MORNING. 



40 O Christ ! with each returning morn. 
365 My God, how endless is thy love. 
646 New every morning is the love. 



I love to steal awhile away 

Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear. 

Glory to thee, my God, this night. 

Great God! to thee my evening song. 

Thus far the Lord has led me on. 

The swift declining day. 

The day, O Lord, is spent. 

Still, still with thee, my God. 

The day is past and gone, Great God. 



8. EVENING. 

123 
125 
127 
129 
131 
133 
139 
647 
649 



). DEATH. 



I would not live alway : I ask not to stay. 
Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not 

deplore thee. 
Time is winging us away 
Why should we start, and fear to die. 
How blest the righteous when he dies. 
Through every age, eternal God. 
Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep. 
So fades the lovely, blooming flower. 
" Forever with the Lord." 
Oh, for the death of those. 



487 
488 
489 
490 
491 
492 
493 
494 
651 
652 
653 



The day is past and gone, The evening. 

The day of praise is done. 

Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide. 

Softly now the light of day. 

Now the day is over. 

Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining. 

Saviour, breathe an evening blessing. 

Inspirer and hearer of prayer. 

Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go. 



A few more years shall roll. 

One sweetly solemn thought. 

Oh, for an overcoming faith. 

Through sorrow's night, and danger's path. 

When downward to the darksome tomb. 

Why do we mourn departing friends. 

How vain is all beneath the skies. 

What sinners value I resign. 

It is not death to die. 

Servant of God, well done. 

Make haste, O man, to live. 



VII. MISSIONS AND CHARITIES. 



1. MISSIONS. 

82 From all that dwell below the skies. 466 

449 From Greenland's icy mountains. 467 

450 How beauteous on the mountains. 468 
452 The morning light is breaking. 469 
454 Saviour, visit thy plantation. 470 
456 Where the woodman's axe is ringing. 471 

459 God is the refuge of his saints. 472 

460 Great God ! whose universal sway. 473 

461 Triumphant Zion, lift thy head. 474 

462 Why on the bending willows hung. 475 

463 Look from thy sphere of endless day. 552 

464 O thou whom we adore. 654 

465 Come, kingdom of our God. 655 



Come, Lord, and tarry not. 

Oh, for the happy hour. 

O Lord, thy work revive. 

Soon may the last glad song arise. 

Assembled at thy great command. 

Jesus ! thy church with longing eyes. 

Ascend thy throne, almighty King. 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun. 

Sovereign of worlds ! display thy poWer. 

O Sun of righteousness, arise. 

Christ for the world we sing. 

To bless thy chosen race 

When Lord ! to this our western land. 



355 Though I speak with angel tongues. 
371 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews. 



2. CHARITIES. 

1406 Sow in the morn thy seed. 
418 Father of mercies ! send thy grace. 



VIII. CREATION. 



78 Before Jehovah's awful throne. 
84 High in the heavens, eternal God. 
93 Come, sound his praise abroad. 



99 
643 



The Lord, our God, is full of might. 
The spacious firmament on high. 



IX. PROVIDENCE. 



100 Keep silence, all created things. 

150 While thee I seek, protecting Power. 

152 When all thy mercies, O my God. 

164 God moves in a mysterious way. 

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301 Sometimes a light surprises. 

317 Though troubles assail and dangers affright. 

614 O Lord ! thy mercy, my sure hope. 

615 Sovereign Ruler of the skies. 



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CONTENTS, 



X. REDEMPTION. 



Hymn. 

170 'Tis not that I did choose thee. 

206 Oh, where shall rest be found. 

208 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound. 

209 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land. 

210 Broad is the road that leads to death. 

211 Jesus, engrave it on my heart. 

212 Can sinners hope for heaven. 

214 Not what these hands have done. 

215 A charge to keep I have. 

216 There is a fountain filled with blood. 

217 Oh, what amazing words of grace. 

218 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound. 

219 Salvation! — Oh, the joyful sound. 

220 The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the 

mountain. 

221 There were ninety and nine that safely lay. 

222 Awake, my soul, to joyful lays. 

223 Arise, my soul, arise. 



Hymn. 

224 Blow ye the trumpet, blow. 

225 Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue. 

226 Great God, when I approach thy throne. 
231 I love to tell the story. 

283 My soul complete in Jesus stands. 

336 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing. 

379 Grace ! 'tis a charming sound. 

656 I need no other plea. 

657 Tell me the old, old story. 

658 When this passing world is done. 

659 All glorious God ! what hymns of praise. 

660 The gospel comes to guilty men. 

661 A debtor to mercy alone. 

662 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan. 

663 Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares. 

664 When adverse winds and waves arise. 

665 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord. 

666 Lord Jesus, are we one with thee. 



XI. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

1. REPENTANCE. 



251 With broken heart and contrite sigh. 

252 Just as I am, without one plea. 

253 O Saviour, I am blind. 

254 I lay my sins on Jesus. 

255 Take me, O my Father, take me. 



256 I need thee, O my God. 

257 Lord, before thy throne we bend. 

258 Once I thought my mountain strong. 

259 O thou, whose tender mercy hears. 

350 I once was a stranger to grace and to God. 



207 Not all the blood of beasts. 

274 Jesus ! lover of my soul. 

344 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. 

357 Saviour, happy would I be. 

359 Lord, I believe ; thy power I own. 



2. FAITH. 

366 
369 
373 
446 

667 



By faith in Christ I walk with God. 
'Tis by the faith of joys to come. 
Oh, gift of gifts ! Oh, grace of faith. 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me. 
Faith is the Christian's evidence. 



61 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare. 

62 Lord ! I cannot let thee go. 

64 They who seek the throne of grace. 

65 I love to steal awhile away. 

66 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day. 

67 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire. 

68 Prayer is the breath of God in man. 

69 Our Father, who art in heaven. 

70 Jesus, who knows full well. 

71 Our heavenly Father calls. 



3. PRAYER. 

72 

73 

74 

75 

76 

77 

109 

111 

669 

670 



Behold the throne of grace. 
From every stormy wind that blows. 
Jesus, where'er thy people meet. 
Where high the heavenly temple stands. 
And dost thou say, " Ask what thou wilt?' 
What various hindrances we meet. 
Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat. 
Far from the world. O Lord, I flee. 
Jesus ! my strength, my hope. 
Approach, my soul ! the mercy-seat. 



4. PRAISE. 

21 Children of the heavenly King. 101 

78 Before Jehovah's awful throne. 102 

79 All people that on earth do dwell. ' 103 

82 From all that dwell below the skies. 104 

83 Now to the Lord a noble song. 222 

84 High in the heavens, eternal God. 338 

85 Lord God of Hosts, by all adored. 347 

87 Holy, holy, holy Lord. 396 

88 Lord of earth! thy forming hand. 438 

89 O God ! we praise thee and confess. 671 

90 Great God ! how infinite art thou. 672 

91 Mighty God ! while angels bless thee. 673 

92 Crown his head with endless blessings. 674 

93 Come, sound his name abroad. 675 

95 All hail the power of Jesus' name. 676 

96 O Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee. 677 

97 Now be my heart inspired to sing. 678 

98 O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord. 679 



God Eternal, Lord of all. 

Glory be to God on high. 

Ye servants of God your Master proclaim. 

Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above. 

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays. 

Oh, for a heart to praise my God. 

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth. 

O thou, whose bounty fills my cup. 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing. 

Oh ! render thanks to God above. 

With one consent let all the earth. 

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul. 

Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing. 

Lord, thy glory fills the heaven. 

Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee. 

God, my King, thy might confessing. 

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven. 

Songs of praise the angels sang. 



CONTENTS. 



IX 



5. SELF-CONSECRATION, 



Hymn. 
18 My spirit on thy care. 
151 What shall I render to my God. 
261 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
264 Saviour who died for me. 



Hymn. 

270 I am coming to the cross. 

275 Jesus, I my cross have taken. 

436 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine. 

443 Take my heart, O Father ! take it. 



6. TRUST. 



20 Everlasting arms of love. 

135 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us. 

254 I lay my sins on Jesus. 

301 Sometimes alight surprises. • 

307 O Lord ! how happy should we be. 

309 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord. 

363 Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss. 



385 
387 
388 
495 
550 
680 
681 



Thy way, not mine, O Lord. 

Cast thy burden on the Lord. 

'Tis my happiness below. 

Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep. 

Why is thy faith, O child of God, so small. 

The Lord himself, the mighty Lord. 

Although the vine its fruit deny. 



7. HOPE. 



55 My hope is built on nothing less. 

286 Give to the winds thy fears. 

295 The people of the Lord. 

309 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord. 



478 
605 
682 



Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 

Onward, Christian soldiers. 

As, when the weary traveler gains. 



8. LOVE. 

6 Love divine, all love excelling. 326 

9 There's a wideness in God's mercy. 328 

10 Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own. 335 

31 Come, we who love the Lord. 336 

106 Come, thou Desire of all thv saints. 339 

107 Do not I love thee, O my Lord. 341 
159 Come, ye that know and fear the Lord. 345 
166 Grander than ocean's story. 442 
170 'Tis not that I did choose thee. 683 
176 The Saviour ! Oh, what endless charms. 684 
187 How condescending and how kind. 685 
324 Since Jesus is my friend. 



Not with our mortal eyes. 
Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts. 
Jesus, thy name I love. 
Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing. 
Jesus, these eyes have never seen. 
My God ! the spring of all my joys. 
Jesus, the very thought of thee. 
Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult. 
There is a name I love to hear. 
Come, my soul ! by sin oppressed. 
Thou ! thou ! my Jesus ! thou didst me. 



52 My life flows on in endless song. 
324 Since Jesus is my friend. 



9. JOY. 

I 373 Oh, gift of gifts ! Oh, grace of faith. 
I 686 Joy is the fruit that will not grow. 



10. HUMILITY. 



349 Jesus, Master, whose I am. 

356 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart. 

360 Lord, when I all things would possess. 



364 Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire. 
368 O blessed God, to thee I raise. 
687 Lord ! forever at thy side. 



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115 
383 



11. PEACE 
thy mysterious presence kneel- 



Saviour, in 

ing. 

The peace which God alone reveals. 
Thou very present Aid. 



509 
522 



There is an hour of hallowed peace. 
Behold, the mountain of the Lord, 
A mind at perfect peace with God. 
I hear the words of love. 



12. COURAGE. 



276 Soul, then know thy full salvation. 

277 Call Jehovah thy salvation. 

278 From thee, begetting sure conviction. 

279 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears. 

280 Awake, our souls ! away, our fears. 

281 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free. 

282 When sins and fears, prevailing, rise. 

284 Let me but hear my Saviour say. 

285 Your harps, ye trembling saints. 

286 Give to the winds thy fears. 

287 In time of fear, when trouble's near. 

288 Lord, it belongs not to my care. 

289 God's glory is a wondrous thing. 

290 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve. 



291 Am I a soldier of the cross. 

292 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord. 

293 Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord. 

294 Must Jesus bear the cross alone. 

297 The harvest dawn is near. 

298 My soul, be on thy guard. 

299 My soul, weigh not thy life. 

300 How gentle God's commands. 

302 In heavenly love abiding. 

303 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus. 

304 Come on, my partners in distress. 

305 Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice. 

306 Fear not, O little flock, the foe. 
308 Jesus still lead on. 



CONTENTS. 



Hymn. 



12. COURAGE. 
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The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I 

know 
Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our 

way. 
Art thou weary, art thou languid. 
For me to live is Christ. 
Unshaken as the sacred hill. 
Along the mountain track of life. 



316 Traveling to the better land. 

318 When marshaled on the nightly plain. 

319 He leadeth me ! Oh, blessdd thought. 
327 Jesus ! and shall it ever be. 

413 Father, hear the prayer we offer. 

690 God shall charge his angel legions. 

699 Supreme in wisdom as in power. 



XII. INVITATION AND WARNING. 



230 From the cross uplifted high. 

231 I love to tell the story. 

233 Return, O wanderer, to thy home. 

234 Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast. 

235 Did Christ o'er sinners weep. 

236 And canst thou, sinner! slight. 

237 Now is the accepted time. 

238 Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die. 

239 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near. 

240 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God. 

241 Behold a Stranger at the door. 



242 God calling yet ! shall I not hear. 

243 Why will ye'waste on trifling cares. 

244 Oh, do not let the word depart. 

245 Come to Calvary's holy mountain. 

246 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 

247 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched. 

248 Sinners, will ye scorn the message. 

249 Sinners, turn, why will ye die. 

250 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice. 

691 I heard the voice of Jesus say. 

692 The spirit in our hearts. 



XIII. 

331 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness. 

496 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come 

497 That awful day will surely come. 

498 When, rising from the bed of death. 



THE JUDGMENT. 

499 Great God, what do I see and hear. 

500 When my last hour is close at hand. 

693 See the eternal Judge descending. 

694 Day of judgment ! day of wonders. 



XIV. HEAVEN. 



172 Hark ! hark, my soul ; angelic songs are 

swelling. 

288 Lord, it belongs not to my care. 

378 When I can read my title clear. 

501 I have a home above. 

502 And is there, Lord, a rest. 

503 There is aland of pure delight. 

504 The roseate hues of early dawn. 

505 O mother dear, Jerusalem. 

506 Oh, for a faith that will not shrink. 

507 Jerusalem ! my happy home. 

508 My days are gliding swiftly by. 

510 Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly. 

511 There is an hour of peaceful rest. 

514 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger. 

515 Now let our souls on wings sublime. 

516 Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day. 

517 Thy Father's house ! thine own bright home. 



524 We are on our journey home. 

525 Life has many a pleasant hour. 

526 The sands of time are sinking. 

527 This is not my place of resting. 

528 Hark ! the sound of holy voices. 

529 Daily, daily sing the praises. 

530 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, 

531 Behold the glories of the Lamb. 

532 There is a house not made with hands. 

533 Jerusalem, the glorious: 

535 Jerusalem, the golden. 

536 Brief life is here our portion. 
573 Hail, thou once despised Jesus. 

695 O Paradise, O Paradise. 

696 Palms of glory, raiment bright. 

697 For thee, O dear, dear country. 

698 With joy shall I behold the day. 



XV. MISCELLANEOUS. 



134 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah. 

136 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing. 

153 Lord ! thou hast searched and seenme thro' 

177 Thou art the Way : to thee alone. 

206 Oh, where shall rest be found. 



392 Lead, kindly Light! amid the encircling 

gloom. 
398 When languor and disease invade. 

700 Oh ! happv is the man who hears. 

701 Now the sowing and the reaping. 

702 In vain the Spirit seeks to find. 



N. B. — There are over one hundred and thirty other hymns in this collection, which could not 
strictly be classified under the above headings, and which may be found carefully analyzed in the 
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Yes, with a cheerful zeal, 

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And there our vows and honors pay. 



3 May peace attend thy gate, 
And joy within thee wait, 

To bless the soul of every guest : 
The man who seeks thy peace, 
And wishes thine increase, 

A thousand blessings on him rest ! 



2 Zion — thrice happy place — 4 My tongue repeats her vows, 

Adorned with wondrous grace, "Peace to this sacred house !" 

While walls of strength embrace thee round : For here my friends and kindred dwell; 
In thee our tribes appear, And since my glorious God 

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Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend, 
In compassion now descend ; 

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, 
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 

3 In thine own appointed way, 
Now we seek thee ; here we stay ; 
Lord, we know not how to go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 

4 Comfort those who weep and mourn ; 
Let the time of joy return ; 

Those that are cast down lift up ; 
Make them strong in faith and hope. 

5 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee a God supremely kind ; 
Heal the sick ; the captive free ; 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 



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To thy temple we repair — 
Lord, we love to worship there, 
When within the vail we meet 
Thee upon the mercy-seat. 

2 While thy glorious name is sung, 
Tune our lips — unloose our tongue ; 
Then our joyful souls shall bless 
Thee, the Lord our Righteousness. 

3 While to thee our prayers ascend, 
Let thine ear in love attend ; 
Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads — 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

4 While thy word is heard with awe, 
While we tremble at thy law, 

Let thy gospel's wondrous love 
Every doubt and fear remove. 

5 From thy house when we return, 
Let our hearts within us burn ; 
That at evening we may say — 
"We have walked with God to-day." 



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All our night, — all our night. 

2 Like the sun's reviving ray, 
May thy love, with tender glow, 

All our coldness melt away, 

Warm and cheer us forth to go; 
Gladly serve thee and obey, 
All the day, — all the day. 

3 Thou, our only Life and Guide, 
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2 Hark ! how the words of love 
Tenderly fall, 

Ere to the realms above, 

Heard is my call; 
Now every doubt has flown, 
Broken my heart of stone, 
Lord, I am thine alone, 

Jesus, my all. 

3 Still at thy mercy-seat 
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Heard is my call. 
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Fix in us thy humble dwelling, 

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Jesus! thou art all compassion, 

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What a Friend we have in Jesus, 

All our sins and griefs to bear ! 
"What a privilege to carry 

Every thing to God in prayer ! 
Oh, what peace we often forfeit, 

Oh, what needless pain we bear, 
All because we do not carry 

Every thing to God in prayer ! 

2 Have we trials and temptations ? 

Is there trouble anywhere ? 
We should never be discouraged, — 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
Can we find a friend so faithful, 

Who will all our sorrows share ? 
Jesus knows our every weakness — 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 

O The Pilgrim. t. Hastings. 

Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us, 

Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
Through the changes thou'st decreed us, 

Till our last great change appears. 
When temptation's darts assail us, 

When in devious paths we stray, 
Let thy goodness never fail us, 

Lead us in thy perfect way. 



2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 

In the hour when death draws near, 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 

Suffer not our souls to fear. 
And when mortal life is ended, 

Bid us in thine arms to rest, 
Till by angel bands attended. 

We awake among the blest. 

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There 's a wideness in God's mercy, 

Like the wideness of the sea: 
There 's a kindness in his justice, 

Which is more than liberty. 
There is welcome for the sinner, 

And more graces for the good; 
There is mercy with the Saviour; 

There is healing in his blood. 

2 For the love of God is broader 

Than the measure of man's mind; 
And the heart of the Eternal 

Is most wonderfully kind. 
If our love were but more simple, 

We should take him at his word; 
And our lives would be all sunshine 

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Oh, still from thy celestial throne, In one another's peace delight, 
Let gifts of love descend. And so fulfill his word ! 



2 The love the Father' bears to thee, 
His own eternal Son, 

Fill all thy saints, till all shall be 
In pure affection one. 

3 As thou for us didst stoop so low, 
Warmed by love's holy flame, 

So let our deeds of kindness flow 
To all that bear thy name. 

4 One blessed fellowship of love, 
Thy living church should stand, 

Till, faultless, she at last above 
Shall shine at thy right hand. 

5 Oh, glorious day, when she, the Bride, 
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Then, robed in beauty at his side, 
She shall forget her tears ! 



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When sorrow flows from every eye, 
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3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride. 
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Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling 
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Come, thou almighty King, 
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Father ! all-glorious, 
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Come, and reign over us, 

Ancient of Days ! 

2 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword; 

Our prayer attend; 
Come, and thy people bless, 
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Spirit of holiness ! 

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Thy sacred witness bear, 

In this glad hour: 
Thou, who almighty art, 
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Spirit of power ! 

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My spirit pants for thee, 

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Bring thy salvation near: 

When will thy hand release my feet 
From sin's destructive snare ? 

3 When shall the sovereign grace 
Of my forgiving God 

Restore me from those dangerous ways 
My wandering feet have trod? 

4 Oh, keep my soul from death, 
Nor put my hope to shame ! 

For I have placed my only trust 
In my Redeemer's name. 

5 With humble faith I wait 
To see thy face again; 

Of Israel it shall ne'er be said, 
He sought the Lord in vain. 

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Arise, ye saints, arise ! 

The Lord our Leader is; 
The foe before his banner flies, 

And victory is his. 

2 We follow thee, our Guide, 
Our Saviour, and our King ! 

We follow thee, through grace supplied 
From heaven's eternal spring. 



3 We soon shall see the day 
When all our toils shall cease; 

When we shall cast our arms away, 
And dwell in endless peace. 

4 This hope supports us here; 
It makes our burdens light; 

'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer. 
Till faith shall end in sight. 

5 Till, of the prize possessed, 
We hear of war no more; 

And ever with our Leader rest, 
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My spirit on thy care, 

Blest Saviour, I recline; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 

For thou art love divine. 

2 In thee I place my trust; 
On thee I calmly rest: 

I know thee good, I know thee just,. 
And count thy choice the best. 

3 Whate'er events betide, 
Thy will they all perform; 

Safe in thy breast my head I hide, 
Nor fear the coming storm. 

4 Let good or ill befall, 

It must be good for me, — 
Secure of having thee in all, 
Of having all in thee. 



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Long we shall not dwell below; 
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"Child, your Father calls — come home!" 
2 In the way a thousand snares 
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He it is that bears me on, 
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3 All things hasten to decay, 
Earth and sea will pass away; 
Soon will yonder circling sun 
Cease his blazing course to run. 

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Children of the heavenly King, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 Ye are traveling home to God 
In the way the fathers trod; 
They are happy now, and ye 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! 
You on Jesus' throne shall rest; 
There your seat is now prepared; 
There your kingdom and reward. 

4 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand 
On the borders of your land; 
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
Bids you undismayed go on. 

5 Lord, submissive make us go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our Leader be, 
And we still will follow thee. 



* <* Redeeming Love. M. madan. 

Now begin the heavenly theme, 
Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye who see the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praise and bless redeeming love. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears; 
Banish all your guilty fears; 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Canceled by redeeming love. 

4 Welcome, all by sin opprest, 
Welcome to his sacred rest; 
Nothing brought him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

5 Hither, then, your music bring, 
Strike aloud each joyful string; 
Mortals, join the host above, 
Join to praise redeeming love. 



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2 To us the light of truth display, 
And make us know and choose thy way; 
Plant holy fear in every heart, 

That we from God may ne'er depart. 

3 Lead us to holiness — the road 
That we must take to dwell with God ; 
Lead us to Christ, the living way, 
Nor let us from his precepts stray. 

4 Lead us to God, our final rest, 
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Sure the blest Comforter is nigh, 
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; 

Else would my hopes for ever die, 
And every cheering ray depart. 

2 Whene'er, to call the Saviour mine, 
With ardent wish my heart aspires, — 

Can it be less than power divine, 
That animates these strong desires? 

3 And, when my cheerful hope can say,— 
I love my God and taste his grace, — 

Lord ! is it not thy blissful ray, 

That brings this dawn of sacred peace ? 

4 Let thy good Spirit in my heart 
For ever dwell, O God of love 1 



And light and heavenly peace impart, — 
Sweet earnest of the joys above. 

6 O Giver of Rest. stewart. 

Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind, 
And fit me to approach my God; 
Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
And lead me to thy blest abode. 

2 Hast thou imparted to my soul 
A living spark of holy fire ? 

Oh, kindle now the sacred flame; 
Make me to burn with pure desire. 

3 A brighter faith and hope impart, 
And let me now my Saviour see; 

Oh, soothe and cheer my burdened heart 
And bid my spirit rest in thee. 



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2 There the great Monarch of the skies 
His saving power displays; 

And light breaks in upon our eyes, 
With kind and quickening rays. 

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove 
Descends and fills the place; 

While Christ reveals his wondrous love, 
And sheds abroad his grace. 

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 
The secrets of thy will; 

And still we seek thy mercy there, 
And sing thy praises still. 

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Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal, 
While here on earth I rove; 

Speak to my heart, and let me feel 
The kindling of thy love. 

2 With thee conversing, I forget 
All time and toil and care; 

Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 
If thou, my God, art here. 

3 Thou callest me to seek thy face; 
Thy face, God, I seek, — 

Attend the whispers of thy grace, 
And hear thee inly speak. 

4 Let this my every hour employ, 
Till I thy glory see, 

Enter into my Master's joy, 
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Unvails the beauty of his face, 
And sheds his love abroad ! 

2 Not the fair palaces, 

To which the great resort, 
Are once to be compared with this, 
Where Jesus holds his court. 

3 Here on the mercy-seat, 
With radiant glory crowned, 

Our joyful eyes behold him sit 
And smile on all around. 

4 Give me, O Lord, a place 
Within thy blest abode, 

Among the children of thy grace, 
The servants of my God. 

m\j Psalm 63. I. WATTS. 

My God ! permit my tongue 
This joy, to call thee mine; 

And let my early cries prevail 
To taste thy love divine. 

2 My thirsty fainting soul 
Thy mercy doth implore; 

Not travelers, in desert lands, 
Can pant for water more. 

3 For life, without thy love, 
No relish can afford; 

No joy can be compared to this, — 
To serve and please the Lord. 



4 In wakeful hours at night, 
I call my God to mind; 

I think how wise thy counsels are, 
And all thy dealings kind. 

5 Since thou hast been my help, 
To thee my spirit flies; 

And, on thy watchful providence, 
My cheerful hope relies. 

6 The shadow of thy wings 
My soul in safety keeps; 

1 follow where my Father leads, 

And he supports my steps. 

Oil Psalm 84. 1. v/A 

Welcome, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise ! 

Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes ! 

2 The King himself comes near, 
And feasts his saints to-day; 

Here may we sit and see him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day, amid the place 
Where my dear Lord hath been, 

Is sweeter than ten thousand days 
Within the tents of sin. 

4 My willing soul would stay 
In such a frame as this, 

And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 



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Come, we who love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known; 
Join in a song of sweet accord, 

And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 
Who never knew our God; 

But children of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The men of grace have found 
Glory begun below; 

Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

5 Then let our songs abound, 
And every tear be dry; 

We 're marching through Immanuel's ground 
To fairer worlds on high. 



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W. HAMMOND. 



Awake, and sing the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb ; 

Wake, every heart and every tongue 
To praise the Saviour's name. 

2 Sing of his dying love ; 
Sing of his rising power ; 

Sing, how he intercedes above 
For those whose sins he bore. 

3 Ye pilgrims ! on the road 
To Zion's city, sing ! 

Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God, — 
In Christ, the eternal King. 

4 Soon shall we hear him say, — 
"Ye blessed children] come;" 

Soon will he call us hence away, 
And take his wanderers home. 

5 There shall each raptured tongue 
His endless praise proclaim; 

And sweeter voices tune the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb. 




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Hymn of praise. 

With joy we lift our eyes 
To those bright realms above, 

That glorious temple in the skies, 
Where dwells eternal Love. 

2 Before thy throne we bow, 
O thou almighty King; 

Here we present the solemn vow, 
And hymns of praise we sing. 

3 While in thy house we kneel, 
With trust and holy fear, 

Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, 
And lend a gracious ear. 

4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, 
And tune our lips to sing; 

Nor from thy presence cast away 
The sacrifice we bring. 



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Now let our voices join 

To raise a sacred song; 
Ye pilgrims ! in Jehovah's ways, 

With music pass along. 

2 See — flowers of paradise, 
In rich profusion, spring; 

The sun of glory gilds the path, 
And dear companions sing. 

3 See — Salem's golden spires, 
In beauteous prospect, rise; 

And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
Which sparkle through the skies. 

4 All honor to his name, 

Who marks the shining way, — 
To him who leads the pilgrims on 
To realms of endless day. 



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1 love thy kingdom, Lord, 
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The Church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy Church, God ! 
Her walls before thee stand, 

Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thine hand. 

3 For her my tears shall fall, 
For her my prayers ascend; 



To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

4 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways, 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

5 Sure as thy truth shall last, 
To Zion shall be given 

The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 



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Wait and worship while the night 
Sets her evening lamps alight 

Through all the sky. 
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts ! 
Heaven and earth are full of thee ! 
Heaven and earth are praising thee, 

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Of the Universe, thy home, 
Gather us who seek thy face 
To the fold of thy embrace, 

For thou art nigh. 
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts ! 
Heaven and earth are full of thee ! 
Heaven and earth are praising thee, 

O Lord most high ! 




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Jesus, Jesus ! visit me; 

How my soul longs after thee ! 

When, my best, my dearest Friend ! 

Shall our separation end ? 

2 Lord ! my longings never cease; 

Without thee I find no peace; 

'T is my constant cry to thee, — 

Jesus, Jesus ! visit me. 



3 Mean the joys of earth appear, 
All below is dark and drear; 
Naught but thy beloved voice 
Can my wretched heart rejoice. 

4 Thou alone, my gracious Lord ! 
Art my shield and great reward; 
All my hope, my Saviour thou, — 
To thy sovereign will I bow. 



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God is our shield, he guards our way 
From all the assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without, and foes within. 

4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory, too; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

5 God, our King, whose sovereign sway 
The glorious hosts of heaven obey, 
Display thy grace, exert thy power, 

Till all on earth thy name adore ! 

t" Morning Hymn. j. chandler, tr. 

O Christ ! with each returning morn 
Thine image to our hearts be borne; 
And may we ever clearly see 
Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee ! 

2 All hallowed be our walk this day; 
May meekness form our early ray, 
And faithful love our noontide light, 
And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 

3 May grace each idle thought control, 
And sanctify our wayward soul; 

May guile depart, and malice cease, 
And all within be joy and peace. 

4 Our daily course, Jesus, bless; 
Make plain the way of holiness: 
From sudden falls our feet defend, 
And cheer at last our journey's end. 



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How pleasant, how divinely fair, 
O Lord of hosts 1 thy dwellings are ! 
With long desire my spirit faints, 
To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, 
My panting heart cries out for God; 
My God ! my King ! why should I be 
So far from all my joys, and thee ? 

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
Around thy throne of majesty; 

Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all their work is praise and love. 

4 Blest are the souls who find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace; 
There they behold thy gentler rays, 
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length; 
Till all before thy face appear, 

And join in nobler worship there. 

d v Psalm 84. I. watts. 

Great God ! attend, while Zion sings 
The joy that from thy presence springs; 
To spend one day with thee on earth 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
Within thy house, God of grace ! 
Nor tents of ease, nor thrones of power, 
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 



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Bless, O my soul ! the living God, 
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; 
Let all the powers, within me, join 
In work and worship so divine. 

2 Bless, O my soul ! the God of grace; 
His favors claim thy highest praise: 
Why should the wonders he hath wrought 
Be lost in silence and forgot ? 

3 'Tis he, my soul ! who sent his Son 
To die for crimes which thou hast done: 
He owns the ransom, 
The hourly follies of our lives. 

4 Let the whole earth his power confess, 
Let the whole earth adore his grace; 



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In work and worship so divine. 

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Praise ye the Lord; exalt his name, 
While in his earthly courts ye wait, 

Ye saints, that to his house belong, 
Or stand attending at his gate. 

2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; 
To praise his name is sweet employ: 

Israel he chose of old, and still 
His church is his peculiar joy. 

3 Bless ye the Lord who taste his love, 
People and priests exalt his name; 

Among his saints he ever dwells; 
His church is his Jerusalem. 



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To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; 
No mortal care shall seize my breast; 



Oh, may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless his works and bless his word; 
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! 
How deep thy counsels ! how divine 1 

4 Lord, I shall share a glorious part, 
When grace hath well refined my heart, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil to cheer my head. 

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wished below; 

And every power find sweet employ, 
In that eternal world of joy. 



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Come, let us join our cheerful songs 
With angels round the throne; 

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys are one. 

2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," theycry, 
"To be exalted thus!" 

"Worthy the Lamb!" our lips reply, 
"For he was slain for us." 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 
Honor and power divine; 

And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever thine! 

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 
And air, and earth, and seas, 

Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise. 

5 The whole creation join in one, 
To bless the sacred name 

Of him who sits upon the throne, 
And to adore the Lamb! 

4:0 Reconciliation. 1. watts. 

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes, 

Up to the courts above, 
And smile to see our Father there, 

Upon a throne of love. 

2 Now we may bow before his feet, 
And venture near the Lord: 

No fiery cherub guards his seat, 
Nor double flaming sword. 

3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss 
Are opened by the Son; 

High let us raise our notes of praise, 
And reach the almighty throne. 

4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, 
Great Advocate on high, 

And glory to the eternal King, 
Who lays his anger by. 



'lO Christ, our Priest. a. pikrie. 

Come, let us join our songs of praise 

To our ascended Priest; 
He entered heaven with all our names 

Engraven on his breast. 

2 Below he washed our guilt away, 
By his atoning blood; 

Now he appears before the throne, 
And pleads our cause with God. 

3 Clothed with our nature still, he knows 
The weakness of our frame, 

And how to shield us from the foes 
Which he himself overcame. 

4 Nor time, nor distance, e 'er shall quench 
The fervor of his love; 

For us he died in kindness here, 
For us he lives above. 

5 Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace, 
Nor blush to bear his name ; 

Still may our hearts hold fast his faith — 
Our lips his praise proclaim. 

*i I "Crowned with honor*' t. kelly. 

The head that once was crowned with thorns, 

Is crowned with glory now; 
A royal diadem adorns 

The mighty Victor's brow. 

2 The highest place that heaven affords, 
Is his by sovereign right; 

The King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
He reigns in glory bright; — 

3 The joy of all who dwell above,. 
The joy of all below, 

To whom he manifests his love, 
And grants his name to know. 

4 To them the cross with all its shame, 
With ail its grace, is given; 

Their name — an everlasting name, 
Their joy — the joy of heaven. 



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1. Blest be the tie that binds Oar hearts in Christian lore 




"Christian Love." J. fawcett. 

Blest be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Christian love: 

The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 
We pour our ardent prayers; 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 
Our mutual burdens bear; 

And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 



WOOD. S.M. 



The fellow-ship of kindred minds Is like to that a - bo?e. 



4 When we asunder part, 
It gives us inward pain; 

But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 
Our courage by the way: 

While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 
And sin, we shall be free, 

And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 



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Assembled in thy name. 

2 Not in the name of pride 
Or selfishness we meet; 

From nature's paths we turn aside, 
And worldly thoughts forget. 

3 We meet the grace to take, 
Which thou hast freely given; 

We meet on earth for thy dear sake, 
That we may meet in heaven. 

4 Present we know thou art, 
But, oh, thyself reveal! 

Now, Lord, let every bounding heart 
Thy mighty comfort feel. 



B. BEDDOMB. 



5 Oh, may thy quickening voice 

The death of sin remove; 
And bid our inmost souls rejoice 

In hope of perfect love. 

**" Christian Union. 

Let party names no more 

The Christian world o'erspread; 

Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
Are one in Christ their head. 

2 Among the saints on earth, 
Let mutual love be found; 

Heirs of the same inheritance, 
With mutual blessings crowned. 

3 Thus will the church below 
Resemble that above; 

Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 



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tl A Spiritual Songs, p. 30. w. w. walford. 

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! 
That calls me from a world of care, 
And bids me, at my Father's throne, 
Make all my wants and wishes known: 
In seasons of distress and grief, 
My soul has often found relief, 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare, 
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer! 
2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! 
Thy wings shall my petition bear 
To him whose truth and faithfulness 
Engage the waiting soul to bless: 
And, since he bids me seek his face, 
Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
V\\ cast on him my every care, 
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! 

t-fnJ Spiritual Songs, p. 225. anon. 

My life flows on in endless song; 
Above earth's lamentation, 

1 catch the sweet, though far-off, hymn 
That hails a new creation; 

Through all the tumult and the strife, 

I hear the music ringing; 
It finds an echo in my soul — 

How can I keep from singing ? 

2 What though my joys and comforts die? 
The Lord my Saviour liveth; 

What though the darkness gather round ? 

Songs in the night he giveth ; 
No storm can shake my inmost calm, 

While to that refuge clinging; 
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, 

How can I keep from singing? 

3 I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin; 
I see the blue above it; 

And day by day this pathway smooths, 
Since first I learned to love it; 

The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, 
A fountain ever springing; 

All things are mine since I am his — 
How can I keep from singing? 

*J*J Spiritual Songs, p. 171. e. codner. 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 
Thou art scattering full and free; 

Showers the thirsty soul refreshing; 
Let some droppings fall on me! 

Ref. — Even me, even me — 

Let thy blessing fall on me. 



2 Pass me not, gracious Father! 
Lost and sinful though I be ; 

Thou might'st curse me, but the rather 
Let thy mercy light on me. — Ref. 

3 Have I long in sin been sleeping, — 
Long been slighting, grieving thee? 

Has the world my heart been keeping? — 
Oh, forgive and rescue me! — Ref. 

4 Pass me not, mighty Spirit! 
Thou canst make the blind to see ; 

Testify of Jesus' merit, 

Speak the word of peace to me. — Ref. 

*J a Spiritual Songs, p. 54. A. warner. 

One more day's work for Jesus, 
One less of life for me! 
But heaven is nearer, And Christ is dearer, 
Than yesterday, to me; 
His love and light 
Fill all my soul to-night. 
Ref. — One more day's work for Jesus, 
One more day's work for Jesus, 
One more day's work for Jesus, 
One less of life for me. 

2 One more day's work for Jesus! 
How sweet the work has been, 

To tell the story, To show the glory, 
Where Christ's flock enter in! 
How did it shine 
In this poor heart of mine! — Ref. 

3 Oh, blessed work for Jesus! 
Oh, rest at Jesus' feet! 

There toil seems pleasure, My wants are 
And pain for him is sweet, [treasure, 
Lord, if I may, 
I'll serve another day! — Ref. 

Wlr Spiritual Songs, p. 265. e. mote. 

My hope is built on nothing less 
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; 

1 dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
But wholly lean on Jesus' name: 

Ref. — On Christ, the solid rock, I stand; 
All other grouud is sinking sand. 

2 When darkness seems to vail his face, 
I rest on his unchanging grace; 

In every high and stormy gale, 

My anchor holds within the vail: — Ref. 

3 His oath, his covenant, and blood, 
Support me in the whelming flood: 
When all around my soul gives way, 
He then is all my hope and stay: — Ref. 



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Earth has nothing sweet or fair, 
Lovely forms or beauties rare, 
But before my eyes they bring 
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 

2 When the morning paints the skies, 
When the golden sunbeams rise, 
Then my Saviour's form I find 
Brightly imaged on my mind. 

3 When the star-beams pierce the night, 
Oft I think on Jesus' light; 

Think how bright that light will be, 
Shining through eternity. 

*J • "Who first loved us." j. e. leeson. 

Saviour! teach me, day by day, 
Love's sweet lesson to obey; 
Sweeter lesson cannot be, — 
Loving him who first loved me. 

2 With a childlike heart of love, 
At thy bidding may I move; 
Prompt to serve and follow thee, 
Loving him who first loved me. 

3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, 
Strong to follow in thy grace; 
Learning how to love from thee, 
Loving him who first loved me. 

*J ^ Hymn at Parting. anon. 

Thou, from whom we never part, 
Thou, whose love is everywhere, 

Thou, who seest every heart, 
Listen to our evening prayer. 

2 Father, fill our hearts with love, 
Love unfailing, full and free; 

Love that no alarm can move, 
Love that ever rests on thee. 

3 Heavenly Father! through the night 
Keep us safe from every ill; 



Cheerful as the morning light, 
May we wake to do thy will. 

*J^7 Spiritual Songs •, p. 176. F. c. yan alstyne. 

Jesus, keep me near the Cross, 

There a precious fountain, 
Free to all — a healing stream, 

Flows from Calvary's mountain. 
Ref. — In the Cross, in the Cross, 
Be my glory ever; 
Till my raptured soul shall find 
Rest beyond the river. 

2 Near the Cross, a trembling soul, 
Love and mercy found me: 

There the bright and morning star 
Shed its beams around me. — Ref. 

3 Near the Cross, Lamb of God, 
Bring its scenes before me; 

Help me walk from day to day, 
With its shadow o'er me. — Ref. 

O" Spiritual Songs, p. 170. F. c. van alstyne. 

Pass me not, gentle Saviour, 

Hear my humble cry; 
While on others thou art smiling, 

Do not pass me by. 
Ref. — 
Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry! 

While on others thou art calling, 
Do not pass me by. 

2 Let me at thy throne of mercy 
Find a sweet relief; 

Kneeling there in deep contrition, 
Help my unbelief. — Ref. 

3 Trusting only in thy merit, 
Would I seek thy face; 

Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 
Save me by thy grace. — Ref. 



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2 With my burden I begin: — 
Lord ! remove this load of sin; 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

3 Lord ! I come to thee for rest; 
Take possession of my breast: 



There, thy blood-bought right maintain, 
And, without a rival, reign. 

4 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let thy love my spirit cheer; 

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 

5 Show me what I have to do, 
Every hour my strength renew; 
Let me live a life of faith, 

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Lord ! I cannot let thee go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow; 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 

2 Once a sinner, near despair, 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; 
Mercy heard and set him free — 
Lord I that mercy came to me. 

3 Many days have passed since then, 
Many changes I have seen; 



Yet have been upheld till now; 
Who could hold me up but thou ? 

4 Thou hast helped in every need- 
This emboldens me to plead; 
After so much mercy past, 
Canst thou let me sink at last ? 

5 No — I must maintain my hold; 
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold; 
I can no denial take, 

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2 As with joyful steps they sped, 
Saviour, to thy manger bed, 
There to bend the knee before 
Thee whoin heaven and earth adore: 
So may we with willing feet 
Ever seek the mercy-seat. 



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At thy cradle rude and bare, 

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Pure and free from sii^ alloy, 
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Christ, to thee our heavenly King. 

4 Holy Jesus, every day 
Keep us in the narrow way; 
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Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 

Uttered or unexpressed; 
The motion of a hidden fire 

That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 
The falling of a tear, 

The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 
That infant lips can try; 

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
The Christian's native air: 

His watchword at the gates of death — 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 
Returning from his ways; 

While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry — "Behold he prays !" 



6 thou, by whom we come to God — 
The Life, the Truth, the Way; 

The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord ! teach us how to pray. 

"^ "The sacred /ire." b. beddome. 

Prayer is the breath of God in man, 

Returning whence it came; 
Love is the sacred fire within, 

And prayer the rising flame. 

2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, 
And soothes the troubled breast; 

Yields comfort to the mourning soul, 
And to the weary rest. 

3 When God inclines the heart to pray, 
He hath an ear to hear; 

To him there's music in a sigh, 
And beauty in a tear. 

4 The humble suppliant cannot fail 
To have his wants supplied, 

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Our heavenly Father calls. 

And Christ invites us near; 
With both, our friendship shall be sweet, 

And our communion dear. 

2 God pities all our griefs: 
He pardons every day; 

Almighty to protect our souls, 
And wise to guide our way. 

3 How large his bounties are ! 
What various stores of good, 

Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, 
And purchased with his blood ! 

4 Jesus, our living Head, 
We bless thy faithful care; 

Our Advocate before the throne, 
And our Forerunner there. 

5 Here fix, my roving heart 1 
Here wait, my warmest love ! 

Till the communion be complete, 
In nobler scenes above. 
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Behold the throne of grace ! 

The promise calls me near; 
There Jesus shows a smiling face, 

And waits to answer prayer. 

2 That rich atoning blood, 
Which sprinkled round I sec, 

Provides for those who come to G od 
An all-prevailing plea. 

3 My soul ! ask what thou wilt; 
Thou canst not be too bold: 

Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
What else can he withhold ? 

4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 
Thy presence and thy love; 

I ask to serve thee here below, 
And reign with thee above. 

5 Teach me to live by faith ; 
Conform my will to thine: 

Let me victorious be in death, 
And then in glory shine. 



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There is a calm, a sure retreat; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

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The oil of gladness on our heads, — 



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A place than all besides more sweet; 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend; 

] Though sundered far, by faith they meet 
] Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, 
And sense and sin molest no more, 

And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

5 Oh, let my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
This throbbing heart forget to beat, 
If I forget the mercy-seat. 



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There they behold thy mercy-seat; 
Where'er they seek thee thou art found, 
And every place is hallowed ground. 
2 For thou, within no walls confined, 
Inhabitest the humble mind; 
Such ever bring thee where they come, 
And going, take thee to their home. 



3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
Thy former mercies here renew; 
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer, 
To strengthen faith and sweeten care, 
To teach our faint desires to rise, 

And bring all heaven before our eyes. 



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The Guardian of mankind appears. 

2 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye; 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame. 

3 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains 
A fellow-feeling of our pains; 
And still remembers, in the skies, 
His tears, his agonies, and cries. 

4 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The Man of Sorrows had a part; 

He sympathizes with our grief, 
And to the sufferer sends relief. 

5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known; 
And ask the aid of heavenly power, 

To help us in the evil hour. 

f" "IVJuit thou WZit.'" J.NEWTON. 

And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?" 
Lord, I would seize the golden hour: 

1 pray to be released from guilt, 

And freed from sin and Satan's power. 

2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart ; 
More of thine image let me bear : 

Erect thy throne within my heart, 
And reign without a rival there. 



3 Give me to read my pardon sealed, 
And from thy joy to draw my strength: 

Oh, be thy boundless love revealed 

In all its height and breadth and length. 

4 Grant these requests — I ask no more, 
But to thy care the rest resign : 

Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, 
All shall be well, if thou art mine. 

• • Prayers hindered. w. cowfer. 

What various hindrances we meet 

In coming to a mercy-seat ! 

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer 

But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud with- 

draw; 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 
Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

4 Have you no words ? ah ! think again ; 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill a fellow-creature's ear 

With the sad tale of all your care. 

5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent 
To heaven in supplication sent, 

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"Hear what the Lord hath done for me I" 



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Know that the Lord is God alone : 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 

And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, — 
Our souls, and all our mortal frame: 

What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker ! to thy name ? 

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
High as the heavens our voices raise ; 

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
Vast as eternity, thy love ; 

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 



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All people that on earth do dwell, 
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: 

Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell, 
Come ye before him and rejoice. 

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed ; 

Without our aid he did us make : 
We are his flock, he doth us feed, 

And for his sheep he doth us take. 



3 Oh, enter then his gates with praise, 
Approach with joy his courts unto : 

Praise, laud, and bless his name always, 
For it is seemly so to do. 

4 For why ? the Lord our God is good. 
His mercy is for ever sure ; 

His truth at all times firmly stood, 
And shall from age to age endure. 

®" Doxology. T. KEN. 

Praise God, from whom all blessing flow, 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host : 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

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And God the Spirit, Three in One- 
Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
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From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise : 
Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ! 
Eternal truth attends thy word : 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 



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Hosanna to the eternal name, 
And all his boundless love proclaim. 

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, — 
The brightest image of his grace ! 
God, in the person of his Son, 

Hath all his mightiest works outdone. 

3 Grace ! — 'tis a sweet, a charming theme : 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: 

Ye angels ! dwell upon the sound: 
Ye heavens ! reflect it to the ground. 

4 Oh, may I reach that happy place, 
Where he unvails his lovely face, 
Where all his beauties you behold, 
And sing his name to harps of gold. 

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High in the heavens, eternal God 1 
Thy goodness in full glory shines; 

Thy truth shall break through every cloud 
That vails and darkens thy designs. 

2 For ever firm thy justice stands, 

As mountains their foundations keep: 
Wise are the wonders of thy hands; 
Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 

3 My God, how excellent thy grace ! 
Whence all our hope and comfort springs ; 

The sons of Adam, in distress, 
Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 



4 From the provisions of thy house 
We shall be fed with sweet repast; 

There, mercy like a river flows, 
And brings salvation to our taste. 

5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, 
Springs from the presence of my Lord; 

And in thy light our souls shall see 
The glories promised in thy word. 

^^ "TeDeum." t. cotterill, alt. 

Lord God of Hosts, by all adored ! 
Thy name we praise with one accord; 
The earth and heavens are full of thee, 
Thy light, thy love, thy majesty. 

2 Loud hallelujahs to thy name 
Angels and seraphim proclaim; 
Eternal praise to thee is given 

By all the powers and thrones in heaven. 

3 The apostles join the glorious throng, 
The prophets aid to swell the song, 
The noble and triumphant host 

Of martyrs make of thee their boast. 

4 The holy church in every place 
Throughout the world exalts thy praise; 
Both heaven and earth do worship thee, 
Thou Father of eternity ! 

5 From day to day, Lord, do we 
Highly exalt and honor thee; 

Thy name we worship and adore, 
World without end for evermore. 



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Out of darkness, at thy word 

Issued into glorious birth, 
All thy works before thee stood, 
And thine eye beheld them good, 
While they sung with sweet accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

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Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

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While the ransomed nations fall 

At the footstool of their King: 
Then shall saints and seraphim, 
Harps and voices, swell one hymn, 
Blending in sublime accord, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 



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Lord of earth I thy forming hand 
Well this beauteous frame hath planned 
Woods that- wave, and hills that tower, 
Ocean rolling in his power: 
Yet, amid this scene so fair, 
Should I cease thy smile to share, 
What were all its joys to me ? 
Whom have I on earth but thee ? 

2 Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight 
Shines a world of purer light; 
There in love's unclouded reign 
Parted hands shall meet again: 
Oh, that world is passing fair ! 
Yet, if thou wert absent there, 
What were all its joys to me ? 
Whom have I in heaven but thee? 



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5 The holy church throughout the world, 
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That thou the eternal Father art, 
Of boundless majesty. 



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Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 

And pay their praise to thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
Ere seas or stars were made: 

Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Eternity, with all its years, 
Stands present in thy view; 

To thee there's nothing old appears — 
Great God ! there's nothing new. 

4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 
And vexed with trifling cares ; 

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Thine undisturbed affairs. 

5 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 
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Thou art every creature's theme: 
Lord of every land and nation ! 

Ancient of eternal days ! 
Sounded through the wide creation 

Be thy just and awful praise. 

2 For the grandeur of thy nature, — 
Grand, beyond a seraph's thought; 

For the wonders of creation, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought; 
For thy providence, that governs 

Through thine empire's wide domain, 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; 

Blessed be thy gentle reign. 

3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, 
Bright, though vailed in darkness long, 

Thought is poor, and poor expression; 

Who can sing that wondrous song? 
Brightness of the Father's glory ! 

Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? 
Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence, 

Sing the Lord who came to die: — 

4 From the highest throne of glory, 
To the cross of deepest woe, 

Came to ransom guilty captives ! — 
Flow, my praise ! for ever flow: 



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Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; 
Thence return and reign for ever; — 

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Crown his head with endless blessing, 

Who, in God the Father's name, 
With compassions never ceasing, 

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Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, 

Who within his gates are found; 
Hail, ye saints, the exalted Saviour, 

Let his courts with praise resound. 

2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee; 
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From his throne his beams of glory 
Shine through all the world abroad. 

In his word his light arises, 

Brightest beams of truth and grace ; 

Bind, oh, bind your sacrifices, 
In his courts your offerings place. 

3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, 
Thee our God in praise we own; 

Highest honors, never failing, 
Rise eternal round thy throne; 

Now, ye saints, his power confessing, 
In your grateful strains adore; 

For his mercy, never ceasing, 
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The watery worlds are all his own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at his throne, 
Come, bow before the Lord: 

We are his work, and not our own, 
He formed us by his word. 

4 To-day attend his voice, 
Nor dare provoke his rod; 

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Sing to the Lord, our Might, 

With holy fervor sing; 
Let hearts and instruments unite 

To praise our heavenly King. 

2 The Sabbath to our sires 
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To speed her on to heaven. 

3 We still, like them of old, 
Are in the wilderness; 

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To pity and to bless. 

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Christ, the Lord of heaven! to thee, 

Clothed with all majesty divine, 
Eternal power and glory be ! 
Eternal praise, of right, is thine. 

2 Reign, Prince of life ! that once thy brow 
Didst yield to wear the wounding thorn ; 

Reign, throned beside the Father now. 
Adored the Son of God first-born. 

3 From angel hosts that round thee stand. 
With forms more pure than spotless snow. 

From the bright burning seraph band. 
Let praise in loftiest numbers flow. 

4 To thee, the Lamb, our mortal songs, 
Born of deep fervent love, shall rise ; 

All honor to thy name belongs, 

Our lips would sound it to the skies. 

5 ''Jesus !" — all earth shall speak the word; 
"Jesus I" — all heaven resound it still; 

Immanuel, Saviour, Conqueror, Lord ! 
Thy praise the universe shall fill. 

v I Psalm 45, 1. watts. 

Xow be my heart inspired to sing 
The glories of my Saviour King, — 

Jesus the Lord : how heavenly fair 
His form ! how bright his beauties are ! 

2 O'er all the sons of human race. 
He shines with a superior grace: 
Love from his lips divinely flows. 
And blessings all his state compose. 



3 Thy throne. God, for ever stands; 
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; 
Thy laws and works are just and right; 
Justice and grace are thy delight. 

4 God, thine own God, has richly shed 
His oil of gladness on thy head; 

And with his Sacred Spirit blessed 
His first-born Son above the rest. 



«/<j7 ki King, Creator, Lord." ray PALMER, fr. 

Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! 
Saviour of all who trust thy word ! 
To them who seek thee ever near, 
Xow to our praises bend thine ear. 

2 In thy dear cross a grace is found, — 
It flows from every streaming wound, — 
Whose power our inbred sin controls, 
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. 

3 Thou didst create the stars of night; 
Yet thou hast vailed in flesh thy fight, 
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear 
A mortal's painful lot to bear. 

4 When thou didst hang upon the tree, 
The quaking earth acknowledged thee; 
When thou didst there yield up thy breath, 
The world grew dark as shades of death 

5 Xow in the Father's glory high, 
Great Conqueror ! never more to die, 
Us by thy mighty power defend, 
And reign through ages without end. 



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NICHOLAUS HERMANN. 



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*J tf Power. 

The Lord, our God, is full of might, 

The winds obey his will ; And wait your Maker's nod ; 

He speaks, — and, in his heavenly height, My soul stands trembling, while she sings 

The rolling sun stands still. 



A "" Providence. 

Keep silence, all created things ! 



2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land 
With threatning aspect roar; 

The Lord uplifts his awful hand, 
And chains you to the shore. 

3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine ; 3 His providence unfolds the book, 



The honors of her God. 

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 

Hang on his firm decree; 
He sits on no precarious throne, 

Nor borrows leave to be. 



Without his high behest, 
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine, 
Disturb the sparrow's nest. 

4 His voice sublime is heard afar, 
In distant peals it dies; 

He yokes the whirlwind to his car, 
And sweeps the howling skies. 

5 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend ; 
Ye monarchs, wait his nod, 

And bid the choral song ascend 
To celebrate your God. 



And makes his counsels shine; 
Each opening leaf, and every stroke, 
Fulfills some deep design. 

4 My God ! I would not long to see 
My fate, with curious eyes — 

What gloomy lines are writ for me, 
Or what bright scenes may rise. 

5 In thy fair book of life and grace, 
Oh, may I find my name 

Recorded in some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb. 



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God eternal, Lord of all ! 
Lowly at thy feet we fall: 
All the world doth worship thee; 
We amidst the throng would be. 
All the holy angels cry, 
Hail, thrice-holy, God most high ! 
Lord of all the heavenly powers, 
Be the same loud anthem ours. 

2 Glorified apostles raise, 
Night and day, continual praise ; 
Hast thou not a mission too 
For thy children here to do ? 
With the prophets 7 goodly line 
We in mystic bond combine ; 
For thou hast to babes revealed 
Things that to the wise were sealed. 

3 Martyrs, in a noble host, 

Of thy cross are heard to boast; 
Since so bright the crown they wear, 
We with them thy cross would bear. 
All thy church, in heaven and earth, 
Jesus ! hail thy spotless birth ; — 
Seated on the judgment-throne, 
Number us among thine own 1 



AU(W "In Excelsis." c. wesley. 

Glory be to God on high, — 
God, whose glory fills the sky; 
Peace on earth to man forgiven, — 
Man, the well-beloved of heaven. 
Sovereign Father, Heavenly King I 
Thee we now presume to sing; 
Glad thine attributes confess, 
Glorious all, and numberless. 

2 Hail, by all thy works adored ! 
Hail, the everlasting Lord ! 

Thee with thankful hearts we prove,— 
God of power, and God of love ! 
Christ our Lord and God we own, — 
Christ the Fathers only Son; 
Lamb of God, for sinners slain, 
Saviour of offending man. 

3 Jesus ! in thy name we pray, 
Take, oh, take our sins away I 
Powerful Advocate with God ! 
Justify us by thy blood. 

Hear, for thou, Christ ! alone, 
Art with thy great Father one; 
One the Holy Ghost with thee; — 
One supreme eternal Three. 



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Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 
And publish abroad his wonderful name; 
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all. 

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save; 
And still he is nigh — his presence we have ; 
The great congregation his triumph shall sing, 
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, 
Let all cry aloud and honor the Son; 
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, 
Fall down on their faces and worship the 

Lamb. 



AvT " Worship the King." r. grant. 

Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above, 
And gratefully sing his wonderful love; 
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, 
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 

2 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? 
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
It streams from the hills, it descends to the 

plain. 
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 

3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; 
Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end ! 
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AvfO Invocation. 

Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspirej 
Let us thine influence prove; 

Source of the old prophetic fire ! 
Fountain of life and love ! 

2 Water with heavenly dew thy word, 
In this appointed hour; 

Attend it with thy presence, Lord, 
And bid it come with power. 

3 Open the hearts of them that hear, 
To make the Saviour room ; 

Now let us find redemption near; 
Let faith by hearing come. 



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1U6 "Come, Lord!" 

Come, thou Desire of all thy saints ! 

Our humble strains attend, 
While with our praises and complaints, 

Low at thy feet we bend. 

2 How should our songs, like those above, 
With warm devotion rise ! 

How should our souls, on wings of love, 
Mount upward to the skies ! 

3 Come, Lord ! thy love alone can raise 
In us the heavenly flame; 

Then shall our lips resound thy praise, 
Our hearts adore thy name. 



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Do not I love thee, my Lord? 

Behold my heart, and see; 
And turn the dearest idol out 

That dares to rival thee. 

2 Is not thy name melodious still 
To mine attentive ear? 

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound, 
My Saviour's voice to hear? 

3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
I would disdain to feed? 

Hast thou a foe, before whose face 
I fear thy cause to plead ? 

4 Thou knowest that I love thee, Lord ; 
But, oh, I long to soar 

Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love thee more. 

A\FO Sincerity. j. d. carlyle. 

Lord ! when we bend before thy throne, 

And our confessions pour, 
Oh, may we feel the sins we own, 

And hate what we deplore. 

2 Our contrite spirits pitying see; 
True penitence impart: 

And let a healing ray from thee 
Beam hope on every heart. 

3 Let faith each meek petition fill, 
And waft it to the skies; 

And teach our hearts 't is goodness still 
That grants it or denies. 

l"v The Mercy-Seat. 

Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 

My soul for shelter flies: 
'Tis here I find a safe retreat 

When storms and tempests rise. 

2 My cheerful hope can never die, 
If thou, my God, art near; 



A. STEELE. 



Thy grace can raise my comforts high, 
And banish every fear. 

3 My great Protector, and my Lord I 

Thy constant aid impart; 
Oh, let thy kind, thy gracious word 

Sustain my trembling heart. 

AA" " Hearts to Pray." J. NEWTON. 

Again our earthly cares we leave, 

And to thy courts repair; 
Again with joyful feet we come, 

To meet our Saviour here. 

2 Great Shepherd of thy people, hear ! 
Thy presence now display; 

We bow within thy house of prayer ; 
Oh, give us hearts to pray ! 

3 Show us some token of thy love, 
Our fainting hopes to raise; 

And pour thy blessing from above, 
To aid our feeble praise. 

AAA Retirement. w. cowper. 

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, 

From strife and tumult far; 
From scenes where Satan wages still 

His most successful war. 

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 
With prayer and praise agree; 

And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
For those who follow thee. 

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, 
And grace her mean abode, 

Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, 
She then communes with God. 

4 Author and Guardian of my life ! 
Sweet source of light divine, 

And — all harmonious names in one — 
My Saviour — thou art mine ! 



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2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 
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Be my last thought — how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour's breast ! 

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3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I cannot live; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without thee I dare not die. 



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Ere through the world my way I take: 
Abide with me till in thy love 
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Glory to thee, my God, this night. 
For all the blessings of the light; 
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings ! 
Beneath thine own almighty wings. 
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ill which I this day have done; 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 



3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed: 
Teach me to die, that so I may 

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4 Oh, let my soul on thee repose, 

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ! 
Sleep, which shall me more vigorous make. 
To serve mv God when I awake. 



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Great God ! to thee my evening song 
With humble gratitude I raise; 

Oh, let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
And fill my heart with lively praise. 

2 My days unclouded as they pass, 
And every gentle, rolling hour, 

Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
And witness to thy love and power. 

3 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 
Of Jesus; his dear name alone 

I plead for pardon, gracious God ! 
And kind acceptance at thy throne. 



Benediction. 



-lAtf Jbenediction. j. kewton. 

The peace which God alone reveals, 
And by his word of grace imparts, 

Which only the believer feels, 

Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts ! 

2 And may the holy Three in One, 
The Father, Word, and Comforter, 

Pour an abundant blessing down 
On every soul assembled here ! 

3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow: 
Praise him, all creatures here below; 

Praise him above, ye heavenly host ! 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 



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Thus far the Lord has led me on; 

Thus far his power prolongs my days; 
And every evening shall make known 

Some fresh memorial of his grace. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
And I, perhaps, am near my home, 

But he forgives my follies past, 

And gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
Peace is the pillow for my head; 

While well-appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 
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4 Thus when the night of death shall come, 
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 

And wait thy voice to break my tomb, 
With sweet salvation in the sound. 

117 

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Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ! 
Help us to feed upon thy word; 
All that has been amiss, forgive, 
And let thy truth within us live. 

2 Though we are guilty, thou art good; 
Wash all our works in Jesus' blood; 
Give every burdened soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 



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A A O Evening. p. doddridge. 

The swift declining day, 

How fast its moments fly ! 
While evening's broad and gloomy shade 

Gains on the western sky. 

2 Ye mortals, mark its pace, 
And use the hours of light; 

And know, its Maker can command 
At once eternal night. 

3 Give glory to the Lord, 

Who rules the whirling sphere; 
Submissive at his footstool bow, 
And seek salvation there. 

4 Then shall new lustre break 
Through death's impending gloom, 

And lead you to unchanging light, 
In your celestial home. 

A A «/ " Abide with us." 

The day, O Lord, is spent; 

Abide with us, and rest; 
Our hearts' desires are fully bent 

On making thee our guest. 

2 We have not reached that land, 
That happy land, as yet, 

Where holy angels round thee stand, 
Whose sun can never set. 

3 Our sun is sinking now, 
Our day is almost o'er; 

Sun of Righteousness, do thou 
Shine on us evermore ! 

Aw" " Still with thee." j. d. bui 

Still, still with thee, my God, 

I would desire to be: 
By day, by night, at home, abroad, 

I would be still with thee. 
2 With thee when dawn comes in, 

And calls me back to care, 
Each day returning to begin 

With thee my God in prayer. 



3 With thee when day is done, 
And evening calms the mind; 

The setting, as the rising, sun 
With thee my heart would find. 

4 With thee, in thee, by faith 
Abiding I would be; 

By day, by night, in life, in death, 
I would be still with thee. 

191 

1W1 Doxology. i. w. 

To God the only wise, 

Who keeps us by his word, 

Be glory now and evermore, 
Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 

2 Hosanna to the Word, 
Who from the Father came; 

Ascribe salvation to the Lord, 
And ever bless his name. 

3 The grace of Christ our Lord, 
The Father's boundless love, 

The Spirit's blest ommunion, too. 
Be with us from above. 



\V. J. BLEW. 



A & £ The final rest. 

The day is past and gone, 
Great God, we bow to thee; 

Again, as shades of night steal on, 
Unto thy side we flee. 

2 Oh, when shall that day come, 
Ne'er sinking- in the west, 

That country and that happy home, 
Where none shall break our rest; — 

3 Where all things shall be peace, 
And pleasure without end, 

And golden harps, that never cease, 
With joyous hymns shall blend; — 

4 Where we, preserved beneath 
The shelter of thy wing, 

For evermore thy praise shall breathe, 
And of thy mercy sing. 



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1. The day is past and gone. The ereniag shades appear; Oh, may we all re - member well The night of death draws near. 



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The day is past and gone, 
The evening shades appear; 

Oh, may we all remember well 
The night of death draws near! 

2 We lay our garments by, 
Upon our beds to rest; 

So death will soon disrobe us all 
Of what we here possessed. 

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
Secure from all our fears; 

May angels guard us while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

4 And when we early rise, 
And view the uuwearied sun, 

May we set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

5 And when our days are past, 
And we from time remove, 

Oh, may we in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love ! 

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Lord, at this closing hour, 

Establish every heart 
Upon thy word of truth and power, 

To keep us when we part. 

2 Peace to our brethren give; 
Fill all our hearts with love; 

In faith and patience may we live, 
And seek our rest above. 

3 Through changes, bright or drear, 
We would thy will pursue; 

And toil to spread thy kingdom here, 
Till we its glory view. 

4 To God, the only wise, 
In every age adored, 

Let glory from the church arise 
Through Jesus -Christ our Lord ! 



Sabbath ended. 



A. STEELE. 



125 

The day of praise is done; 

The evening shadows fall; 
Yet pass not from us with the sun, 

True Light that lightenest all I 

2 Around thy throne on high, 
Where night can never be, 

The white-robed harpers of the sky 
Bring ceaseless hymns to thee. 

3 Too faint our anthems here; 
Too soon of praise we tire ; 

But oh, the strains how full and clear 
Of that eternal choir ! 

4 Yet, Lord ! to thy dear will 
If thou attune the heart, 

We in thine angels' music still 
May bear our lower part. 

5 Shine thou within us, then, 
A day that knows no end, 

Till songs of angels and of men 
In perfect praise shall blend. 

A /W O At Dismission. J. hart. 

Oxce more, before we part, 
Oh, bless the Saviour's name ! 

Let every tongue and every heart 
Adore and praise the same. 

2 Lord, in thy grace we came, 
That blessing still impart; 

We met in Jesus' sacred name, 
In Jesus' name we part. 

3 Still on thy holy word 
Help us to feed, and grow. 

Still to go on to know the Lord, 
And practice what we know. 

4 Now, Lord, before we part, 
Help us to bless thy name: 

Let every tongue and every heart 
Adore and praise the same. 



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When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Thro ' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me ! 

Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me ! 4 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; 

Shine through the gloom, and point me to 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; the skies; 

Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 

Change and decay in all around I see; shadows flee ! 

O thou, who changest not, abide with me I In life, in death, Lord, abide with me ! 



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Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 
With one accord our parting hymn of praise ; 
We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, 
And now, departing, wait thy word of peace, 
2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward 

way; 
With thee began, with thee shall end the day ; 
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts 

from shame, 
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coming night; 
Turn thou for us its darkness into light; 
From harm and danger keep thy children free, 
For dark and light are both alike to thee. 

4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly 

life, 
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife; 
Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict 

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Lord, I would commune with thee. 

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
Kaught escapes without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 

Open fault, and secret sin. 

3 Soon, for me, the light of day 
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Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 
All of man's infirmity; 

Then from thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 



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For the mercies of the day, 
For this rest upon our way, 
Thanks to thee alone be given, 
Lord of earth and King of heaven 1 

2 Cold our services have been, 
Mingled every prayer with sin: 
But thou canst and wilt forgive; 
By thy grace alone we live. 

3 "While this thorny path we tread, 
May thy love our footsteps lead ; 
When our journey here is past, 
May we rest with thee at last. 

4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove 
Foretastes of our joys above; 
While their steps thy children bend 
To the rest which knows no end. 





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Father in heaven, the day is declining; 
Safety and innocence fly with the light, 
Temptation and danger walk forth with the night: 
From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, 
Shield me from danger, save me from crime! — Ref. 

2 Father in heaven, oh, hear when we call ! 

Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all; 

Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might; 

In doubting and darkness, thy love be our light ; 

Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, 

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Hold me with thy powerful hand; 

Bread of heaven, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open thou the crystal fountain 
Whence the healing streams do flow; 

Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through; 

Strong Deliverer, 
Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 
Bid my anxious fears subside ; 

Death of death I and hell's Destruction 1 
Land me safe on Canaan's side; 

Songs of praises 
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O'er the world's tempestuous sea; 

Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 
For we have no help but thee; 

Yet possessing Every blessing, 
If our God our Father be. 

2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us-, 
All our weakness thou dost know; 

Thou didst tread this earth before us; 

Thou didst feel its keenest woe; 
Lone and dreary, Faint and weary, 

Through the desert thou didst go. 

3 Spirit of our God, descending, 
Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; 

Love with every passion blending, 
Pleasure that can never cloy; 

Thus provided, Pardoned, guided, 
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Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 

Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace; 

Oh, refresh us, 
Traveling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
For thy gospel's joyful sound, 

May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound; 

May thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So, whene'er the signal's given, 
Us from earth to call away; 

Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, 

May we, ready, 
Rise and reign in endless day. 

■■-Of "Keep us safe." t. kelly. 

God of our salvation ! hear us ; 

Bless, oh, bless us, ere we go; 
When we join the world, be near us, 

Lest we cold and careless grow. 
Saviour ! keep us ; 

Keep us safe from every foe. 
2 As our steps are drawing nearer 

To our everlasting home, 
May our view of heaven grow clearer, 

Hope more bright of joys to come; 



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And, when dying, 
May thy presence cheer the gloom. 

-■ O O Benediction. j. newton. 

May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
And the Father's boundless love, 

With the Holy Spirit's favor, 
Rest upon us from above 1 

2 Thus may we abide in union 
With each other and the Lord; 

And possess in sweet communion, 
Joys which earth cannot afford. 

M-&V Evening blessing. j. edmeston. 

Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 

Ere repose our spirits seal; 
Sin and want we come confessing; 

Thou canst save, and thou canst heal. 

2 Though destruction walk around us, 
Though the arrow near us fly, 

Angel guards from thee surround us, 
We are safe if thou art nigh. 

3 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
Darkness cannot hide from thee; 

Thou art he who, never weary, 
Watcheth where thy people be. 

4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
And our couch become our tomb, 

May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light and deathless bloom. 




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The heavens declare thy glory, Lord I 
I11 every star thy wisdom shines; 

But, when our eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 
And nights and days thy power confess ; 

But the blest volume thou hast writ 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise 
Round the whole earth, and never stand ; 

So, when thy truth began its race, 
It touched and glanced on every land. 

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 
Till through the world thy truth has run, 

Till Christ has all the nations blessed, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

5 Great Sun of righteousness ! arise; 
Bless the dark world with heavenly light ; 

Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 

6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, 
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven: 

Lord ! cleanse my sins, my soul renew, 
And make thy word my guide to heaven. 

A^A Inspiration. 1. watts. 

'Twas by an order from the Lord 
The ancient prophets spoke his word ! 
His Spirit did their tongues inspire, 
And warmed their hearts with heavenly fire. 

2 The works and wonders which they wrought 
Confirmed the messages they brought: 
The prophet's pen succeeds his breath, 

To save the holy words from death. 

3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look 
On the dear volume of thy book; 

There my Redeemer's face I see, 
And read his name who died for me. 



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God, in the gospel of his Son, 
Makes his eternal counsels known: 
Where love in all its glory shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2 Here sinners, of an humble frame, 
May taste his grace, and learn his name; 
May read, in characters of blood, 

The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 

3 The prisoner here may break his chains; 
The weary rest from all his pains; 

The captive feel his bondage cease; 
The mourner find the way of peace. 

4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 
A brighter world beyond the skies; 

Here shines the light which guides our way 
From earth to realms of endless day. 

5 Oh, grant us grace, Almighty Lord, 
To read and mark thy holy word ; 

Its truth with meekness to receive, 
And by its holy precepts live. 

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The starry firmament on high, 
And all the glories of the sky, 
Yet shine not to thy praise, Lord, 
So brightly as thy written word. 

2 The hopes that holy word supplies, 
Its truths divine and precepts wise, 
In each a heavenly beam I see, 
And every beam conducts to thee. 

3 Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail, 
The moon forget her nightly tale, 
And deepest silence hush on high 
The radiant chorus of the sky; — 

4 But fixed for everlasting years, 
Unmoved, amid the wreck of spheres, 
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day, 
When heaven and earth have passed away. 



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The heavens declare his glory, 

Their Maker's skill the skies; 
Each day repeats the story, 

And night to night replies. 
Their silent proclamation 

Throughout the earth is heard; 
The record of creation, 

The page of nature's word. 

2 So pure, so soul-restoring, 
Is truth's diviner ray; 

A brighter radiance pouring 
Than all the pomp of day: 

The wanderer surely guiding, 
It makes the simple wise; 

And, evermore abiding, 
Unfailing joy supplies. 

3 Thy word is richer treasure 
Than lurks within the mine; 

And daintiest fare less pleasure 
Yields than this food divine. 

How wise each kind monition ! 
Led by thy counsels, Lord, 

How safe the saints' condition, 
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O word of God incarnate, 

Wisdom from on high, 
Truth unchanged, unchanging, 

Light of our dark sky 1 
We praise thee for the radiance 

That from the hallowed page, 
A lantern to our footsteps, 

Shines on from age to age. 

2 The Church from her dear Master 
Received the gift divine, 

And still that light she lifteth 

O'er all the earth to shine. 
It is the golden casket 

Where gems of truth are stored, 
It is the heaven-drawn picture 

Of Christ the living Word. 

3 Oh, make thy Church, dear Saviour, 
A lamp of burnished gold, 

To bear before the nations 

Thy true light as of old; 
Oh, teach thy wandering pilgrims 

By this their path to trace, 
Till, clouds and darkness ended, 

They see thee face to face. 



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Thou lovely Source of true delight, 

Whom I unseen adore ! 
Unvail thy beauties to my sight, 

That I may love thee more. 

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines; — 
But in thy sacred word, 

I read, in fairer, brighter lines, 
My bleeding, dying Lord. 

3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, 
And sin and sorrow rise, 

Thy love, with cheering beams of hope, 
My fainting heart supplies. 

4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene 
Is clouded o'er with pain ; 

My gloomy fears rise dark between, 
And I again complain. 

5 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light ! 
Oh, come with blissful ray ; 

Break radiant through the shades of night, 
And chase my fears away. 

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6 Then shall my soul with rapture trace 

The wonders of thy love: 
But the full glories of thj face 

Are only known above. 

Ail Psalm 119. J. FAWCETT. 

How precious is the book divine, 

By inspiration given ! 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 

To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 O'er all the strait and narrow way 
Its radiant beams are cast; 

A light whose never weary ray 
Grows brightest at the last. 

3 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, 
In this dark vale of tears; 

Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

4 This lamp, through all the tedious night 
Of life, shall guide our way, 

Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

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Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways 

To keep his statutes still: 
Oh, that my God would grant me grace 

To know and do his will. 

2 Oh, send thy Spirit down, to write 
Thy law upon my heart; 

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
Or act the liar's part. 

3 From vanity turn off my eyes; 
Let no corrupt design, 

Nor covetous desires, arise 
Within this soul of mine. 

4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 
And make my heart sincere; 

Let sin have no dominion, Lord ! 
But keep my conscience clear. 

5 Make me to walk in thy commands— 
'Tis a delightful road; 

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, 
Offend against my God. 



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How shall the young secure their hearts, 
And guard their lives from sin? 

Thy word the choicest rules imparts 
To keep the conscience clean. 

2 When once it enters to the mind, 
It spreads such light abroad; 

The meanest souls instruction find, 
And raise their thoughts to God, 

3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, 
That guides us all the day ; 

And, through the dangers of the night, 
A lamp to lead our way. 

4 Thy precepts make me truly wise ; 
I hate the sinner's road; 

I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 
But love thy law, my God ! 

5 Thy word is everlasting truth ; 
How pure is every page ! 

That holy book shall guide our youth, 
And well support our age. 



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With better hopes be filled; 
Thy love the power of thought bestowed; 

To thee my thoughts would soar: 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; 

That mercy I adore. 

2 In each event of life how clear 
Thy ruling hand I see ! 

Each blessing to my soul more dear 

Because conferred by thee. 
In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise 

Or seek relief in prayer. 

3 When gladness wings my favored hour, 
Thy love my thoughts shall fill; 

Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 



My lifted eye, without a tear, 
The gathering storm shall see; 

My steadfast heart shall know no fear; 
That heart will rest on thee. 

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What shall I render to my God, 
For all his kindness shown ? 

My feet shall visit thine abode, 
My songs address thy throne. 

2 Among the saints that fill thine house, 
My offering shall be paid; 

There shall my zeal perform the vows, 
My soul in anguish made. 

3 How much is mercy thy delight, 
Thou ever blessed God ! 

How dear thy servants in thy sight ! 
How precious is their blood ! 

4 How happy all thy servants are ! 
How great thy grace to me ! 

My life, which thou hast made thy care, 
Lord, I devote to thee. 



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Iu wonder, love, and praise. 

2 Unnumbered comforts, to my soul, 
Thy tender care bestowed, 

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Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me thro' ; 
Thine eye commands, with piercing view, 
My rising and my resting hours, 
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 

2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
Are to my God distinctly known; 

He knows the words I mean to speak, 
Ere from my opening lips they break. 

3 Within thy circling power I stand; 
On every side I find thy hand; 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 

I am surrounded still with God. 

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
My soul, with all the powers I boast, 

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5 Oh, may these thoughts possess my breast, 
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To credit what the Almighty saith ! 
To embrace the message of his Son ! 
And call the joys of heaven our own ! 

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Our steady souls should fear no more 
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By searching, to perfection find? 

2 Angels and men in vain may raise, 
Harmonious their adoring songs; 

The laboring thought sinks down, opprest, 
And praises die upon their tongues. 

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A portion of his ways to sing; 

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Lord of all being; throned afar, 
Thy glory flames from sun and star; 
Centre and soul of every sphere, 
Yet to each loving heart how near ! 

2 Sun of our life, thy quickening ray 
Sheds on our path the glow of day; 
Star of our hope, thy softened light 
Cheers the long watches of the night. 

3 Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; 
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn; 
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign; 
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine ! 

4 Lord of all life, below, above, 

Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, 
Before thy ever-blazing throne 
We ask no lustre of our own. 

5 Grant us thy truth to make us free, 
And kindling hearts that burn for thee, 
Till all thy living altars claim 

One holy light, one heavenly flame ! 

Atf 4 Providence. A. Steele. 

Lord, how mysterious are thy ways ! 
How blind are we, how mean our praise ! 
Thy steps no mortal eyes explore; 
'Tis ours to wonder and adore. 

2 Great God ! I do not ask to see 
What in futurity shall be; 
Let light and bliss attend my days, 
And then my future hours be praise. 
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3 Are darkness and distress my share ? 
Give me to trust thy guardian care; 
Enough for me, if love divine 

At length through every cloud shall shine. 

4 Yet this my soul desires to know, 
Be this my only wish below; 

That Christ is mine ! — this great request, 
Grant, bounteous God, and I am blest. 

AtfO Sovereignty. ray palmer. 

Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb 
To search the starry vault profound; 

In vain would wing her flight sublime, 
To find creation's outmost bound. 

2 But weaker yet that thought must prove 
To search thy great eternal plan, — 

Thy sovereign counsels, born of love 
Long ages ere the world began. 

3 When my dim reason would demand 
Why that, or this, thou dost ordain, 

By some vast deep I seem to stand, 
Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 

4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast, 
And all is dark as night to me, 

Here, as on solid rock, I rest; 
That so it seemeth good to thee. 

5 Be this my joy, that evermore 
Thou rulest all things at thy will: 

Thy sovereign wisdom I adore, 

And calmly, sweetly, trust thee stilL 



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Come, ye that know and fear the Lord, 
And raise your thoughts above : 

Let every heart and voiee accord, 
To sing that " God is love." 

2 This precious truth his word declares, 
And all his mercies prove ; 

Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears, 
To show that " God is love." 

3 Behold his patience, bearing long 
With those who from him rove ; 

Till mighty grace their hearts subdues, 
To teach them " God is love." 

4 Oh, may we all, while here below, 
This best of blessings prove ; 

Till warmer hearts, in brighter worlds, 
Proclaim that " God is love." 

I.OU Omnipresence. — Ps. 139. 1. watts. 

In all my vast concerns with thee, 

In vain my soul would try 
To shun thy presence, Lord ! or flee 

The notice of thine eye. 

2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys 
My rising and my rest, 

My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 
Before they're formed within ; 

And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high, 
Where can a creature hide ? 

Within thy circling arms I lie, 
Enclosed on every side. 

5 So let thy grace surround me still, 
And like a bulwark prove, 

To guard my soul from every ill, 
Secured by sovereign love. 



AvfA In Nature. j. keble. 

There is a book that all may read, 
Which heavenly truth imparts, 

And all the lore its scholars need, 
Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 

2 The works of God above, below, 
Within us and around, 

Are pages in that book to show 
How God himself is found. 

3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 
Is like the Maker's love, 

Wherewith encompassed, great and small 
In peace and order move. 

4 The dew of heaven is like thy grace, 
It steals in silence down ; 

But where it lights, the favored place 
By richest fruits is known. 

5 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see, 
And love this sight so fair, 

Give me a heart to find out thee, 
And read thee everywhere. 

AOrW Omniscience. — Ps. 139. I. watts. 

Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire. 

Forgotten and unknown ? 
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire — 

In heaven thy glorious throne. 

2 If, winged with beams of morning light, 
I fly beyond the west, 

Thy hand, which must support my flight, 
Would soon betray my rest. 

3 If, o'er my sins, I think to draw 
The curtains of the night, 

Those flaming eyes, that guard thy law, 
Would turn the shades to light. 

4 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 
Are both alike to thee : 

Oh, may I ne'er provoke that power, 
From which I cannot flee. 



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The mighty works or mightier name 
Of our eternal King. 

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 
And sound his power abroad; 

Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
And the performing God. 

3 His very word of grace is strong, 
As that which built the skies; 

The voice that rolls the stars along, 
Speaks all the promises. 

4 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue 
But whisper, "Thou art mine !" 

Those gentle words should raise my song 
To notes almost divine. 

1 Ot Providence. W. cowper. 

God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 

And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 
Of never-failing skill, 

He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ! 
The clouds ye so much dread, 

Are big with mercy, and will break 
In blessings on your head. 



4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense. 
But trust him for his grace; 

Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 
Unfolding every hour; 

The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
And scan his work in vain; 

God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

AJJtF Holiness. j. needham. 

Holy and reverend is the name 

Of our eternal King, 
Thrice holy Lord ! the angels cry; 

Thrice holy ! let us sing. 

2 The deepest reverence of the mind, 
Pay, O my soul ! to God; 

Lift with thy hands a holy heart 
To his sublime abode. 

3 With sacred awe pronounce his name, 
Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; 

A broken heart shall please him more 
Than the best forms of speech. 

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From all pollution free; 

The pure in heart are thy delight, 
And they thy face shall see 



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2 Dearer than any lovings, 
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Stronger than all the yearnings, 
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Deeper than earth's foundations, 
And far above all thought; 

Broader than heaven's high arches — 
The love that Christ has brought. 

3 Richer than all earth's treasure, 
The wealth my soul receives; 

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Before thy first creations, 

O Lord, the same as now, 
To endless generations, 

The Everlasting thou ! 

2 Our years are like the shadows 
On sunny hills that lie, 

Or grasses in the meadows 
That blossom but to die: 

A sleep, a dream, a story, 
By strangers quickly told, 

An unremaining glory 

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Ox mountains and in valleys 

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Our souls, in him confiding, 

He keeps both day and night, 

2 Above me and beside me, 

My God is ever near, 
To watch, protect, and guide me, 

Whatever ills appear. 
Though other friends may fail me; 

In sorrow's dark abode, 
Though death itself assail me, 

I'm ever safe with God. 

■*■ • " Sovereign Love. j. conder. 

'Tis not that I did choose thee, 

For, Lord ! that could not be; 
This heart would still refuse thee; 

But thou hast chosen me; — 
Hast, from the sin that stained me, 

Washed me and set me free, 
And to this end ordained me, 

That I should five to thee. 

2 'Twas sovereign mercy called me, 

And taught my opening mind; 
The world had else enthralled me, 

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"Glory in the highest, glory; 

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3 " Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found; 
Soul3 redeemed, and sins forgiven; — 

Loud our golden harps shall sound. 



4 "Christ is born, the great Anointed; 
Heaven and earth his glory sing: 

Glad, receive whom God appointed, 
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 

5 " Hasten, mortals ! to adore him, 
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Till in heaven you sing before him, — 
Glory be to God most high 1 " 

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Hark ! hark, my soul ; angelic songs are Cho. 

swelling 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave- The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, 
beat shore: And laden souls by thousands meekly steal- 

How sweet the truth those blessed strains ing, 

are telling Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to 

Of that new life when sin shall be no thee. — Cho. 

more. Cho. 4 Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches 

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them sing- keeping ; 

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Joy to the world, — the Lord is come ; 

Let earth receive her King; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 

And heaven and nature sing. 
2 Joy to the earth, — the Saviour reigns; 

Let men their songs employ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and 

Repeat the sounding joy. [plains, 



3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 
Nor thorns infest the ground, 

He comes to make his blessings flow, 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace. 
And makes the nations prove 

The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 



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Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's brow; 
His head with radiant glories crowned, 

His lips with grace o'erflow. 

2 No mortal can with him compare, 
Among the sons of men; 

Fairer is he than all the fair 
That fill the heavenly train. 

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 
He flew to my relief ; 

For me he bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

4 To him I owe my life and breath, 
And all the joys I have; 

He makes me triumph over death, 
He saves me from the grave. 

5 To heaven, the place of his abode, 
He brings my weary feet; 

Shows me the glories of my God, 
And makes my joy complete. 

6 Since from his bounty I receive 
Such proofs of love divine, 

Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord ! they should all be thine. 

A 0> "His free -ways." r. w. faber. 

Oh, see how Jesus trusts himself 

Unto our childish love ! 
As though by his free ways with us 

Our earnestness to prove. 



2 His sacred name a common word 
On earth he loves to hear; 

There is no majesty in him 

Which love may not come near. 

3 The light of love is round his feet, 
His paths are never dim ; 

And he comes nigh to us when we 
Dare not come nigh to him. 

4 Let us be simple with him then, 
Not backward, stiff, nor cold, 

As though our Bethlehem could be 
What Sinai was of old. 

X I U xAe name " Jesus:' a. steelb. 

The Saviour ! oh, what endless charms 

Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
Its influence every fear disarms, 

And spreads sweet comfort round. 

2 The almighty Former of the skies 
Stooped to our vile abode; 

While angels viewed with wondering eye9 
And hailed the incarnate God. 

3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine ! 
Of bliss a boundless store ! 

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine; 
I cannot wish for more. 

4 On thee alone my hope relies, 
Beneath thy cross I fall; 

My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, 
My Saviour, and my All 1 



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JOSEPH GRIGG. 



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X • I " Way, Truth, and Life." 1 g. w. doane. 

Thou art the Way: to thee alone 

From sin and death we flee; 
And he who would the Father seek, 

Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 
2 Thou art the Truth: thy word alone 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: 

True wisdom can impart; Grant us that Way to know; 

Thou only canst inform the mind, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, 

And purify the heart. Whose joys eternal flow. 



3 Thou art the Life: the rending tomb 
Proclaims thy conquering arm; 

And those who put their trust in thee 
Kor death nor hell shall harm 



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Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee, 

And pray to be forgiven, 
So let thy life our pattern be, 

And form our souls for heaven. 

2 Help us, through good report and ill, 
Our daily cross to bear; 

Like thee, to do our Father's will, 
Our brother's griefs to share. 

3 Let grace our selfishness expel, 
Our earthliness refine; 

And kindness in our bosoms dwell 
As free and true as thine. 

4 If joy shall at thy bidding fly, 
And griefs dark day come on, 

We, in our turn, would meekly cry, 
"Father, thy will be done 1" 

5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, 
Forgiving and forgiven, 

Oh, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 
And follow thee to heaven ! 



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And never bring to mind 
The grace that paid our hopeless debt, 

And bade us pardon find ? 

2 Shall we thy life of grief forget, 
Thy fasting and thy prayer; 

Thy locks with mountain vapors wet, 
To save us from despair? 

3 Gethsemane can we forget — 
Thy struggling agony 

When night lay dark on Olivet, 
And none to watch with thee? 

4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid 
On thee, alone on thee; 

Thy precious blood our ransom paid — 
Thine all the glory be I 

5 Life's brightest joys we may forget — 
Our kindred cease to love; 

But he who paid our hopeless debt, 
Our constancy shall prove. 



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2 Such was thy truth and such thy zeal, 
Such deference to thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ; 
The desert thy temptations knew, 

Thy conflict and thy victory too. 

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2 Lord, should my path through suffering lie, 

Forbid it I should e'er repine; 
Still let me turn to Calvary, 

Nor heed my griefs, remembering thine. 



3 Oh, let me think how thou didst leave 
Untasted every pure delight, 

To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve, 
The toilsome day, the homeless night: — 

4 To faint, to grieve, to die for me ! 
Thou earnest not thyself to please: 

And, dear as earthly comforts be, 

Shall I not love thee more than these ? 



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HAMBURQ. L. M. 



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When I survey the wondrous cross, 
On which the Prince of glory died, 

My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord ! that I should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ, my God; 

All the vain things that charm me most 
I sacrifice them to his blood. 

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled down; 

Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 

4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 
Spreads o'er his body on the tree; 

Then I am dead to all the globe, 
And all the globe is dead to me. 

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were a present far too small ; 

Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my life, my all. 



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Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 
Became a man of griefs for me ; 

In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
That I through him enriched might be 

2 Though Lord of all, above, below, 
He went to Olivet for me: 

There drank my cup of wrath and woe, 
When bleeding in Gethsemane. 

3 The ever-blessed Son of God 
Went up to Calvary for me; 

There paid my debt, there bore my load, 
In his own body on the tree. 

4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 
Went down into the grave for me; 

There overcame my enemies, 
There won the glorious victory. 

5 'T is finished all : the vail is rent, 
The welcome sure, the access free: — 

Now then, we leave our banishment, 
O Father, to return to thee ! 



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And did my Sovereign die? 

Would he devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Was it for crimes that I had done 
He groaned upon the tree ? 

Amazing pity ! grace unknown 1 
And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
And shut his glories in, 

When Christ, the great Creator, died 
For man, the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
While his dear cross appears; 

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt my eyes to tears. 

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
The debt of love I owe ; 

Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
'T is all that I can do. 



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XOtF Suffered for sin. I. watts. 

Oh, if my soul were formed for woe, 

How would I vent my sighs ! 
Repentance should like rivers flow 

From both my streaming eyes. 

2 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord 
Hung on the cursed tree, 

And groaned away a dying life 
For thee, my soul ! for thee. 

3 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine 
That crucified my Lord ; 

Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh 
Fast to the fatal wood ! 

4 Yes, my Redeemer — they shall die; 
My heart has so decreed; 

Nor will I spare the guilty things 
That made my Saviour bleed. 

5 While with a melting, broken heart, 
My murdered Lord I view, 

I'll raise revenge against my sins, 
And slay the murderers too. 



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2 Sure, never, till my latest breath, 
Can I forget that look: 

It seemed to charge me with his death, 
Though not a word he spoke. 

3 Alas ! I knew not what I did, — 
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4 A second look he gave, that said, 
"I freely all forgive: 

This blood is for thy ransom paid; 
I die that thou may'st live." 

5 Thus while his death my sin displays 
In all its blackest hue, 

Such is the mystery of grace, 
It seals my pardon too ! 

J- O I "He remembers Calvary? i. watts 

How condescending and how kind 

Was God's eternal Son ! 
Our misery reached his heavenly mind, 

And pity brought him down. 

2 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, 

To raise us to his throne; 
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows, 

But cost his heart a groan. 



3 This was compassion, like a God, 
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The price of pardon was his blood, 
His pity ne'er withdrew. 

4 Xow, though he reigns exalted high, 
His love is still as great; 

Well he remembers Calvary, 
Nor let his saints forget. 

lo<5 « o Christ of God/" ray palmer. 

Jesus, sweet the tears I shed, 
While at thy cross I kneel, 

Gaze on thy wounded, fainting head, 
And all thy sorrows feel. 

2 My heart dissolves to see thee bleed. 
This heart so hard before; 

1 hear thee for the guilty plead, 

And grief o'erflows the more. 

3 I know this cleansing blood of thine 
Was shed, dear Lord, for me: 

For me, for all, — oh, grace divine ! — 
Who look by faith on thee. 

4 Christ of God, spotless Lamb, 
By love my soul is drawn; 

Henceforth, for ever, thine I am; 
Here life and peace are born. 

5 In patient hope, the cross I'll bear, 
Thine arm shall be my stay; 

And thou, enthroned, my soul shalt spare. 
On thy great judgment-day. 



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O sacred Head, what glory, 

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To thank thee, dearest Friend, 

For this, thy dying sorrow, 

Thy pity without end ? 
Lord, make me thine for ever, 

Nor let me faithless prove: 
Oh, let me never, never, 

Abuse such dying love. 

4 Be near when I am dying, 
Oh, show thy cross to me ! 

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Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; 
Jesus reigns, the God of love: 

See, he sits on yonder throne ; 

Jesus rules the world alone. 

2 King of glory 1 reign for ever — 
• Thine an everlasting crown; 

Nothing, from thy love, shall sever 

Those whom thou hast made thine own ;- 
Happy objects of thy grace, 
Destined to behold thy face. 

3 Saviour 1 hasten thine appearing; 
Bring, oh, bring the glorious day, 

When,the awful summons hearing, 

Heaven and earth shall pass away; — 
Then, with golden harps, we '11 sing, — 
" Glory, glory to our King ! " 

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See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph ! 

See the King in royal state, 
Riding on the clouds, his chariot, 

To his heavenly palace gate ! 
Hark ! the choirs of angel voices 

Joyful hallelajahs sing, 
And the portals high are lifted 

To receive their heavenly King. 
2 Who is this that comes in glory, 

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He has gained the victory; 
He, who on the cross did suffer, 

He, who from the grave arose, 
He has vanquished sin and Satan, 

He by death has spoiled his foes. 

3 Thou hast raised our human naturo, 
On the clouds to God's right hand; 

There we sit in heavenly places, 
There with thee in glory stand; 

Jesus reigns, adored by angels; 
Man with God is on the throne; 

Mighty Lord ! in thine ascension, 
We by faith behold our own. 

4 Lift us up from earth to heaven, 
Give us wings of faith and love, 

Gales of holy aspirations, 
Wafting us to realms above; 

That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 
We with Christ our Lord may dwell, 

Where he sits enthroned in glory, 
In the heavenly citadel. 

5 So at last, when he appeareth, 

We from out our graves may spring, 
With our youth renewed like eagles', 

Flocking round our heavenly King, 
Caught up on the clouds of heaven, 

And may meet him in the air — 
Rise to realms where he is reigning, 

And may reign for ever there. 



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3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
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From the cross the radiance, streaming, 
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4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
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He lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father, God, 
Pleads the full merits of his blood. 

s Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
And justice armed with frowns appears; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 In every dark, distressful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears us on his heart. 

4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
On him our humble hopes depend; 
Our cause can never, never fail, 

For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 

JLe/O " Behold tlte Way!" j. cennick. 

Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone, 
He whom I fix my hopes upon; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue. 
The narrow way till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment, 
The King's highway of holiness, 

I'll go for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long had sought, 
And mourned because I found it not; 
My grief, my burden, long had been 
Because I could not cease from sin. 

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I sinned and stumbled but the more; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 
"Come hither, soul, I am the Way!" 

5 Lo ! glad I come ; and thou, dear Lamb, 
Shalt take me to thee as I am, 

Nothing but sin I thee can give; 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

6 Then will I tell, to sinners round, 
What a dear Saviour I have found; 

1 '11 point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, "Behold the way to God !" 

At/O Atonement made. i. watts. 

Now to the power of God supreme 

Be everlasting honors given; 
He saves from hell, — we bless his name, — 

He guides our wandering feet to heaven. 

2 'Twas his own purpose that began 
To rescue rebels doomed to die: 

He gave us grace in Christ, his Son, 
Before he spread the starry sky. 

3 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last, 

And makes his Father's counsels known; 
Declares the great transactions past, 
And brings immortal blessings down. 

4 He dies; and in that dreadful night 
Doth all the powers of hell destroy; 

Rising, he brings our heaven to light, 
And takes possession of the joy. 



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THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



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With all thy quickening powers, 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 

In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look ! how we grovel here below, 
Fond of these trifling toys ! 

Our souls can neither fly nor go 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs ; 
In vain we strive to rise; 



Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 
At this poor dying rate — 

Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
And thine to us so great? 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! 
With all thy quickening powers; 

Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 



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Bid my many woes depart, 

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All my guilty fears remove, 
Pill me with thy heavenly love. 
2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me, 
Set the burdened sinner free; 
Lead me to the Lamb of God; 
Wash me in his precious blood. 



3 Life and peace to me impart, 
Seal salvation on my heart; 
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Earnest of immortal rest. 

4 Let me never from thee stray, 
Keep me in the narrow way; 
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Keep me, Lord ! for ever thine, 



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5 Come, Holy Spirit, come; 
Our minds from bondage free; 

Then shall we know, and praise, and love, 
The Father, Son, and thee. 



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2 Thou, who with " still small voice," 

Dost stop the sinner's way, 
And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 

Though earthly joys decay; — 



3 Thou, whose inspiring breath 
Can make the cloud of care, 

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A smile of glory wear; — 

4 Thou, who dost fill the heart 
With love to all our race ; — 

Blest Comforter, to us impart 
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2 Oh, melt this frozen heart; 
This stubborn will subdue; 

Each evil passion overcome, 
And form me all anew. 

3 Mine will the profit be, 

But thine shall be the praise; 
And unto thee will I devote 
The remnant of my days. 

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Come, Spirit, source of light, 

Thy grace is unconfined; 
Dispel the gloomy shades of night, 

The darkness of the mind. 
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The truth thy words reveal ; 
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Delighting in thy will. 

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3 Thy teachings make us know 
The mysteries of thy love, 

The vanity of things below, 
The joy of things above. 

4 While through this maze we stray, 
Oh, spread thy beams abroad; 

Disclose the dangers of the way, 
And guide our steps to God. 



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In paths before unknown; 

The work to be performed is ours, 
The strength is all his own. 

2 Supported by his grace 
We still pursue our way; 

And hope at last to reach the prize, 
Secure in endless day. 

3 'Tis he that works to will, 
'Tis he that works to do; 

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His be the glory too. 



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Oh, where shall rest be found — 

Rest for the weary soul ? 
'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, 

Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 
The bliss for which we sigh: 

'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 
There is a life above, 



Unmeasured by the flight of years; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death whose pang 
Outlasts the fleeting breath: 

Oh, what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death 1 

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Teach us that death to shun; 

Lest we be banished from thy face, 
And evermore undone. 



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Not all the blood of beasts 

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Or wash away the stain. 

2 But Christ the heavenly Lamb 
Takes all our sins away, 

A sacrifice of nobler name 
And richer blood than they. 

3 My faith would lay her hand 
On that dear head of thine, 



While like a penitent I stand, 
And there confess my sin. 

4 My soul looks back to see 
The burdens thou didst bear, 

When hanging on the cursed tree, 
And hopes her guilt was there. 

5 Believing, we rejoice 

To see the curse remove; 
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing his dying love. 



MAN'S LOST CONDITION. 



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One solemn truth increased my pain, 
"The sinner must be born again," 

Or sink to endless woe. 

2 I heard the law its thunders roll, 
While guilt lay heavy on my soul — 

A vast oppressive load ; 
All creature-aid I saw was vain; 
"The sinner must be born again," 

Or drink the wrath of G od. 

3 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
The bleeding Saviour passed that way, 

My bondage to remove. 
The sinner, once by justice slain, 
Kow by his grace is born again, 

And sings redeeming love. 



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Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
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Secure ! insensible ! 
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Removes me to yon heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

2 God ! my inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtful heart 

Eternal things impress: 
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And save me ere it be too late; 

Wake me to righteousness. 

3 Before me place, in dread array, 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar; 
And tell me, Lord 1 shall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom ! 



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With here and there a traveler. 
2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross," — 

Is the Redeemer's great command: 
.Nature must count her gold but dross, 

If she would gain this heavenly land. 

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3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 
And walks the ways of God no more, 

Is but esteemed almost a saint, 

And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain: 
Create my heart entirely new; 

Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
Which false apostates never knew. 

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Nor less in death thou 'It needful be, 
To bring my spirit home to thee. 

4 Then needful still, my God, my King, 
Thy name eternally I '11 sing ! 

Glory and praise be ever his, — 
The one thing needful Jesus is ! 



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Jesus, engrave it on my heart, 
That thou the one thing needful art; 

1 could from all things parted be, 
But never, never, Lord, from thee. 

2 Needful is thy most precious blood, 
To reconcile my soul to God; 
Needful is thy indulgent care; 
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. 



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Can sinners hope for heaven, 
Who love this world so well ? 

Or dream of future happiness, 
While on the road to hell ? 

2 Shall they hosannas sing, 
With an unhallowed tongue ? 

Shall palms adorn the guilty hand 
Which does its neighbor wrong ? 

3 Thy grace, God, alone, 
Good hope can e'er afford ! 

The pardoned and the pure shall see 
The glory of the Lord. 

wA" " All downward." I. wati 

Like sheep we went astray, 

And broke the fold of God — 
Each wandering in a different way, 

But all the downward road. 
2 How dreadful was the hour, 

When God our wanderings laid, 
And did at once his vengeance pour 

Upon the Shepherd's head ! 



3 How glorious was the grace, 
When Christ sustained the stroke ! 

His life and blood the Shepherd pays, 
A ransom for the flock. 

4 But God shall raise his head, 
O'er all the sons of men, 

And make him see a numerous seed, 
To recompense his pain. 

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Not what these hands have done 

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Not what this toiling flesh has borne 

Can make my spirit whole. 

2 Not what I feel or do 

Can give me peace with God; 
Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears. 
Can bear my awful load. 

3 Thy work alone, Christ, 
Can ease this weight of sin; 

Thy blood alone, Lamb of God, 
Can give me peace within. 



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2 To serve the present age, 

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Oh, may it all my powers engage 

To do my Master's will. 



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As in thy sight to live; 
And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 



4 Help me to watch and pray, 

And on thyself rely, 
Assured, if I my trust betray, 

I shall for ever die. 



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2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
That fountain in his day; 

And there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its power, 

Till all the ransomed church of God 
Be saved to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
Thy flowing wounds supply, 

Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be, till I die. 

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Oh, what amazing words of grace 

Are in the gospel found, 
Suited to every sinner's case 

Who hears the joyful sound ! 

2 Come, then, with all your wants and 
Your every burden bring; [wounds: 

Here love, unchanging love, abounds, — 
A deep celestial spring. 

3 This spring with living water flows, 
And heavenly joy imparts: 

Come, thirsty souls ! your wants disclose 
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Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'T was grace that taught my heart to fear, 
And grace my fears relieved; 

How precious did that grace appear, 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 
I have already come; 

'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, 
And grace will lead me home. 

4 Yea — when this flesh and heart shall fail, 
And mortal life shall cease, 

I shall possess, within the vail, 
A life of joy and peace. 



5 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 

The sun forbear to shine; 
But God, who called me here below, 

Will be for ever mine. 

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Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound ! 

'Tis pleasure to our ears; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 

A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
At hell's dark door we lay; — 

But we arise by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation ! — let the echo fly 
The spacious earth around; 

While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 



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But one was out on the hills awav, ^ how dark was the night that the Lord 
Far off from the gates of gold- P a f ed through 

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J 'Twas helpless and sick, and ready to die. 

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Are they not enough for thee?" And up from the rocky steep, [riven, 

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Has wandered away from me: [mine "Rejoice ! I have found my sheep !" 

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Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, 
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2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
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3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes 
Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along: 

His loving-kindness, oh, how strong ! 

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gathered thick and thundered loud, 
He near my soul has always stood: 

His loving-kindness, oh, how good ! 



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Before the throne my Surety stands: 
My name is written on his hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 
For me to intercede, 

His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood to plead; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

3 My God is reconciled; 

His pardoning voice I hear; 
He owns me for his child; 
I can no longer fear; 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 

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Blow ye the trumpet, blow; — 
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Let all the nations know, 
To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come: 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High-Priest, 
Hath full atonement made; 

Ye weary spirits, rest; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad: 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

3 Extol the Lamb of God, 
The all-atoning Lamb; 

Redemption in his blood 

Throughout the world proclaim: 
The year of jubilee is come; 
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Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue, 

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In God, the life of all my joys, 

Aloud will I rejoice. 
J Tis he adorned my naked soul, 

And made salvation mine; 
Upon a poor, polluted worm, 

He makes his graces shine. 

2 And lest the shadow of a spot 
Should on my soul be found, 

He took the robe the Saviour wrought, 
And cast it all around. 



How far the heavenly robe exceeds 

What earthly princes wear ! 
These ornaments, how bright they shine ! 

How white the garments are ! 

3 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, 

And hope and every grace; 
But Jesus spent his life to work 

The robe of righteousness. 
Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed, 

By the great sacred Three; 
In sweetest harmony of praise, 

Let all thy powers agree. 



u ^ v "Jesus died for me " ANON. 

Great God, when I approach thy throne, 

And all thy glory see; 
This is my stay, and this alone, 

That Jesus died for me. 

2 How can a soul condemned to die, 
Escape the just decree? 

Helpless, and full of sin am I, 
But Jesus died for me. 

3 Burdened with sin's oppressive chain, 
Oh, how can I get free? 

No peace can all my efforts gain, 
But Jesus died for me. 

4 And Lord, when I behold thy face, 
This must be all my plea; 

Save me by thy almighty grace, 
For Jesus died for me. 



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Jesus, — and didst thou leave the sky, 

To bear our griefs and woes? 
And didst thou bleed, and groan and die, 

For thy rebellious foes ? 

2 Well might the heavens with wonder view 
A love so strange as thine ! 

No thought of angels ever knew 
Compassion so divine ! 

3 Is there a heart that will not bend 
To thy divine control? 

Descend, sovereign love, descend, 
And melt that stubborn soul. 

4 Oh ! may our willing hearts confess 
Thy sweet, thy gentle sway; 

Glad captives of thy matchless grace, 
Thy righteous rule obey. 



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Sin had left a crimson stain; 
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5 And when before the throne 
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1 hear thy welcome voice, 
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For cleansing in thy precious blood, 
That flowed on Calvary. 

Cho. — I am coming, Lord I 

Coming now to thee; 
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood 
That flowed on Calvary ! 

2 Though coming weak and vile, 
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Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, 
Till spotless all, and pure. — Cho. 

3 'Tis Jesus calls me on 
To perfect faith and love, 

To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, 
For earth and heaven above. — Cho. 

4 All hail ! atoning blood ! 
All hail ! redeeming grace ! 

All hail ! the gift of Christ, our Lord, 
Our Strength and Righteousness. — CHa 



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iCO\J 7s, 61. "Come and welcome." 

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Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
What melodious sounds we hear, 
Bursting on the ravished ear ! — 
"Love's redeeming work is done — 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 
2 " Sprinkled now with blood the throne- 
Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 
On my pierced body laid, 
Justice owns the ransom paid — 
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son — 
Come and welcome, sinner, come ! 
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See with richest bounty stored; 

To thy Father's bosom pressed, 
Thou shalt be a child confessed, 
Never from his house to roam ; 
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4 " Soon the days of life shall end — 
Lo, I come — your Saviour, Friend I 
Safe your spirit to convey 

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Of Jesus and his glory, 
Of Jesus and his love. 

1 love to tell the story, 
Because I know 'tis true; 

It satisfies my longings 

As nothing else can do. — Cho. 

2 I love to tell the story: 
'Tis pleasant to repeat 

What seems each time I tell it, 

More wonderfully sweet. 
I love to tell the story: 

For some have never heard 
The message of salvation, 

From God's own holy word. — Cho. 

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For those who know it best 

Seem hungering and thirsting 

To hear it like the rest. 
And when, in scenes of glory, 

I sing the New, New Song, 
Twill be the Old, Old Story 

That I have loved so long. — Cho. 



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i saw the cross of Jesus, 

When burdened with my sin; 

I sought the cross of Jesus, 
To give me peace within; 

1 brought my soul to Jesus, 
He cleansed it in is blood; 

And in the cross of Jesus 
I found my peace with God. 

Cho. — Xo righteousness, no merit, 
No beauty can I plead; 
Yet in the cross I glory, 
My title there I read. 

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Where sin can never enter, 

And death is known no more. 
Cho. — I love the cross of Jesus, 
It tells me what I am; 
A vile and guilty creature, 
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He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep; 
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And bear the news above. 



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Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, away. 

And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 3 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, 

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Delay not, delay not, sinner, draw near, thy head, 

The waters of life are now flowing for And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 
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Redemption is purchased, salvation is God, 

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2 Delay not, delay not, sinner, to come, Thy Safeguard in danger that threatens thy 
For Mercy still lingers and calls thee to- path ; 

day: Thy Joy in the valley and shadow of death. 



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2 Oh, lovely attitude ! he stands 
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My heart I yield without delay; 

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God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear ? 
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2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? 
Can I his loving voice despise, 
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2 Shall God invite you from above — 
Shall Jesus urge his dying love — 
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And all these pleas unite in vain ? 

3 Not so your eyes will always view 
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When death's decisive hour is near. 

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Nor let us waste on trifling cares 
That life which thy compassion spares. 



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Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 

Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity, love and power. 

He is able, 
He is willing, doubt no more. 

2 Ho, ye needy; come, and welcome; 
God's free bounty glorify ! 

True belief and true repentance, 
Every grace that brings us nigh, 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger, 
Nor of fitness fondly dream; 

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Sinners, will you scorn the message, 
Coming from the courts above? 

Mercy beams in every passage ; 
Every line is full of love ; 

Oh ! believe it, 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Now the heralds of salvation 
Joyful news from heaven proclaim ! 

Sinners freed from condemnation, 
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3 ye angels, hovering round us, 
Waiting spirits, speed your way; 

Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay: 

Rebel sinners 
Glad the message will obey. 



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Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
God, your Maker, asks you — Why? 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live; 
He the fatal cause demands, 
Asks the work of his own hands, — 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross his love, and die ? 

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God, your Saviour, asks you — Why ? 
He who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself that ye might live. 

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Will ye let him die in vain? 
Crucify your Lord again? 
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Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God, the Spirit, asks you — Why? 
He, who all your lives hath strove, 
Urged you to embrace his love: 
Will ye not his grace receive? 
Will ye still refuse to live? 
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Will ye grieve your God, and die ? 

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O God, be merciful to me ! 

W00DW0RTH. L. M. 



2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed ; 
Christ and his cross my only plea : 

O God, be merciful to me 1 

3 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 
Can for a single sin atone; 

To Calvary alone I flee: 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

4 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 

God hath been merciful to me ! 

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THE GOSPEL:— REPENTANCE. 



LA0DI0EA. P. M. 



WM. F. SHERWIN. 





1. Sariour, I am blind! Lead thou my way: Day to my filmed eye is dark — Ev'n night is only darker day, Oh ! I am blind ; Dear Saviour, I am blind ! 

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Saviour, I am blind ! 
Lead thou my way; 
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Oh ! I am blind, 
Dear Saviour, I am blind ! 
2 Saviour, I am deaf I 
Unstop my ear: 
My heart would turn to thy dear voice, 
The voice thy sheep alone will hear; 
Oh ! I am deaf, 
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Oh ! I am poor, 
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4 Saviour, I believe, 
Blind, deaf and poor ! 

Sight give me; hearing; heavenly food;. 
Thou hast them in thy blesse'd store. 
Now I believe, 
Saviour, I believe ! 



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To wash my crimson stains 
"White in his blood most precious, 
Till not a stain remains. 

2 I lay my wants on Jesus; 
All fullness dwells in him; 

He healeth my diseases, 
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I lay my griefs on Jesus, 
My burdens and my cares; 

He from them all releases, 
He all my sorrows shares. 

3 I long to be like Jesus, 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild; 
I long to be like Jesus, 

The Father's holy child: 
I long to be with Jesus 

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To sing with saints his praises, 

And learn the angels'- song. 



REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE, 



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Take me, my Father, take me ! 

Take me, save me, through thy Son; 
That which thou wouidst have me, make me, 

Let thy will in me be done. 
Long from thee my footsteps straying, 

Thorny proved the way I trod; 
Weary come I now, and praying — 

Take me to thy love, my God 1 
2 Fruitless years with grief recalling, 

Humbly I confess my sin; 
At thy feet, Father, falling, 

To thy household take me in. 



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Freely now to thee I proffer 
This relenting heart of mine ; 

Freely life and soul I offer — 
Gift unworthy love like thine. 

3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying, 

Bare our sins upon the tree; 
On that sacrifice relying, 

Now I look in hope to thee; 
Father, take me ! all forgiving, 

Fold me to thy loving breast; 
In thy love for ever living, 

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My comfort day by day, 

To guide my steps aright, 

And warn me when I stray. — Cho. 

3 I need the sheltering Rock, 
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Servants to our Master true, 
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Children, to thy throne we fly, 
Abba, Father, hear our cry ! 

2 Low before thee, Lord! we bow; 
We are weak — but mighty thou: 
Sore distressed, yet suppliant still, 
Here we wait thy holy will; 
Bound to earth, and rooted here, 
Till our Saviour God appear. 

3 Leave us not beneath the power 
Of temptation's darkest hour: 

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Swift to seal their captives' doom, 
See our foes exulting come ! 
Jesus, Saviour ! yet be nigh, 
Lord of life and victory. 

M tf O Backsliding confessed. j. newtoh. 

Once I thought my mountain strong, 
Firmly fixed no more to move; 

Then my Saviour was my song, 
Then my soul was filled with love \ 

Those were happy, golden days, 

Sweetly spent in prayer and praise. 

2 Little then myself I knew , 
Little thought of Satan's power; 

Now I feel my sins anew; 

Now I feel the stormy hour ! 
Sin has put my joys to flight; 
Sin has turned my day to night. 

3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul, 
Bid my dying hopes revive; 

Make my wounded spirit whole, 
Far away the tempter drive; 
Speak the word and set me free, 
Let me live alone to thee. 

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4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart, 
With beams of mercy shine! 

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BETHANY. 



LOWELL MASON. 




<W O A Genesis 2 

Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 
Ev'n though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ! 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 
2 Though, like a wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 
Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee 

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Steps unto heaven; 

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In mercy given; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee I 

4 Then, with my waking thoughts 
Bright with thy praise, 

Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

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Sought peace and rest; 

Now thee alone I seek, 

Give what is best: 
This all my prayer shall be,— 
More love, O Christ, to thee, 

More love to thee ! 

3 Then shall my latest breath 
Whisper thy praise; 

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This still its prayer shall be,— 
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Hushed be my heart and still, 
Fear I no further ill; 
Only to meet thy will 

My will shall be. 
2 Riven the rock for me 

Thirst to relieve, 
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Fresh every eve; 
Never a want severe 
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But thou dost whisper near, 

"Only believe!" 

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3 Often to Marah's brink 
Have I been brought; 

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Help I have sought; 
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Quickly relief hath sent, 
Sweetening the draught. 

4 Saviour I I long to walk 
Closer with thee; 

Led by thy guiding hand, 

Ever to be; 
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Quickened and purified, 
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Thy love, so full — so free, 

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Whether my path shall lie 

'Mid thorns or flowers. 

2 May it be joy for me 
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Thy faithful servant be, 

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For thee the cross I'll bear; 
To thee direct my prayer, 

On thee depend. 
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Be ever near my side, 
Support, defend and guide; 

I look to thee. 
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If I may call thee mine 

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1. 1 am coming to the cross; lam poor, and weak, and blind; I am counting all but dross ; I shall full sal-ya-tion find. 
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I am coming to the cross; 

I am poor and weak and blind; 

1 am counting all but dross; 
I shall full salvation find. 

Kef.- -I am trusting, Lord, in thee, 
Dear Lamb of Calvary; 
Humbly at thy cross I bow; 
Save me, Jesus, save me now. 

2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; 
Long has evil dwelt within ; 

Jesus sweetly speaks to me, 

I will cleanse you from all sin. — Ref. 

3 Here I give my all to thee, — 
Friends and time and earthly store; 

Soul and body thine to be — 

Wholly thine for evermore. — Ref. 

4 In the promises I trust; 
Now I feel the blood applied; 

1 am prostrate in the dust; 

I with Christ am crucified. — Ref. 

& i Y Spiritual Songs, p. 192. c. wesley, 

Depth of mercy ! — can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me? 
Can my God his wrath forbear? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 

2 I have long withstood his grace; 
Long provoked him to his face; 
Would not hearken to his calls; 
Grieved him by a thousand falls. 

3 Kindled his relentings are; 
Me he now delights to spare; 
Cries, how shall I give thee up ? — 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

4 There for me the Saviour stands; 
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands ! 
God is love ! I know, I feel; 

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'Tis a point I long to know, 
Oft it causes anxious thought; 

Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
Am I his, or am I not? 

2 Could my heart so hard remain, 
Prayer a task and burden prove, 

Every trifle give me pain, 
If I knew a Saviour's love ? 

3 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 
Find my sin a grief and thrall; 

Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all ? 

4 Could I joy with saints to meet, 
Choose the ways I once abhorred, 

Find at times the promise sweet, 
If I did not love the Lord ? 

5 Lord, decide the doubtful case, 
Thou who art thy people's Sun; 

Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 

M I «J Spiritual Songs, p. 221. f. c. van alstyne. 

Saviour, more than life to me, 

1 am clinging, clinging close to thee; 
Let thy precious blood applied, 
Keep me ever, ever near thy side. 

Ref. — Every day, every hour, 

Let me feel thy cleansing power : 

May thy tender love to me, 

Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee. 

2 Through this changing world below, 
Lead me gently, gently as I go; 
Trusting thee, I cannot stray, 

I can never, never lose my way, — Ref. 

3 Let me love thee more and more, 
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er; 
Till my soul is lost in love, 

In a brighter, brighter world above. — Ref. 



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Jesus ! lover of my soul, 

Let me to thy bosom fly 
While the billows near me roll, 

While the tempest still is high ; 
Hide me, my Saviour ! hide, 

Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe into the haven guide; 

Oh, receive my soul at last ! 
2 Other refuge have I none; 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me. 
All my trust on thee is stayed; 

All my help from thee I bring; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 



3 Thou, O Christ ! art all I want; 
More than all in thee I find; 

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 

Just and holy is thy name, 
I am all unrighteousness; 

Vile and full of sin I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,- 
Graceto pardon all my sin; 

Let the healing streams abound, 
Make and keep me pure within; 

Thou of life the fountain art, 
Freely let me take of thee; 

Spring thou up within my heart, 
Rise to all eternity. 



S. B. MARSH. 




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Bearing t '/ie Cress. 

Jesus, I my cross have taken, 

All to leave, and follow thee; 
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ! 
Perish, every fond ambition, 

All I've sought, or hoped, or known, 
Yet how rich is my condition, 

God and heaven are still my own ! 
2 Let the world despise and leave me, 

They have left my Saviour, too; 
Human hearts and looks deceive me— 

Thou art not, like them, untrue; 
Oh, while thou dost smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love, and might, 
Foes may hate, and friends disown me, 

Show thy face, and all is bright. 
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3 Man may trouble and distress me, 
'T will but drive me to thy breast ; 

Life with trials hard may press me; 

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest ! 
Oh, 'tis not in grief to harm me, 

While thy love is left to me; 
Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, 

Were that joy unmixed with thee. 

4 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! 
Come disaster, scorn, and pain 1 

In thy service pain is pleasure, 

With thy favor, loss is gain. 
I have called thee — Abba, Father ! 

I have stayed my heart on thee ! 
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, 

All must work for good to me. 

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Soul, then know thy full salvation, 

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; 
Joy, to find in every station 

Something still to do or bear. 
2 Think what Spirit dwells within thee; 

Think what Father's smiles are thine; 
Think that Jesus died to win thee ! 

Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 



3 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 
Armed by faith and winged by prayer ! 

Heaven's eternal day's before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there: 

4 Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, 

Hope shall change to glad fruition, 
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 



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Call Jehovah thy salvation, 

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; 
In his secret habitation 

Dwell, and never be dismayed: 
There no tumult can alarm thee, 

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare; 
Guile nor violence can harm thee, 

In eternal safeguard there. 
2 From the sword, at noon-day wasting, 

From the noisome pestilence, 
In the depth of midnight, blasting, 

God shall be thy sure defence: 

ALL THE DATS- P. M, 



Fear not thou the deadly quiver, 
When a thousand feel the blow; 

Mercy shall thy soul deliver. 

Though ten thousand be laid low. 

3 Since, with pure and firm affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love, 
With the wings of his protection, 

He will shield thee from above; 
Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 

He will hearken, he will save; 
Here, for grief reward thee double, 

Crown with life beyond the grave. 

\VM. F. SHERWIN. 



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From thee, begetting sure conviction, 

Sound out, risen Lord, always 
Those faithful words of valediction. 

"Lo ! I am with you all the days," — Ref. 
2 What things shall happen on the morrow 

Thou kindly hidest from our gaze; 
But tellest us, in joy or sorrow. 

" Lo ! I am with you all the days," — Ref. 



3 When round our head the tempest rages, 
And sink our feet in miry ways, 

Thy voice comes floating down the ages — 
"Lo ! I am with you all the da vs." — Ref. 

4 thou who art our life and meetness ! 
Not death shall daunt us or amaze. 

Hearing those words of power and sweetness, 
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March to the gates of endless joy, 

Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 
But hell and sin are vanquished foes; 

Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, 
Aud sung the triumph when he rose. 



3 Then let my soul march boldly on, — 
Press forward to the heavenly gate; 

There peace and joy eternal reign, 

And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
And triumph in almighty grace, 

While all the armies of the skies 
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Let every trembling thought be gone ; 
Awake, and run the heavenly race, 

And put a cheerful courage on ! 

2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 
And mortal spirits tire and faint; 

But they forget the mighty God, 

Who feeds the strength of every saint — 

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power 
Is ever new and ever young, 



And firm endures, while endless years 
Their everlasting circles run. 

4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply; 

While such as trust their native strength 
Shall melt away, and droop, and die, 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 
We'll mount aloft to thine abode; 

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What need I, that is not in thee? 
Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
And peace which none can take away. 

2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 
'Tis sweet to know that thou art near; 
Am I with dread of justice tried, 

'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died, 

3 In life, thy promises of aid 
Forbid my heart to be afraid; 

In death, peace gently vails the eyes,— 
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 



Jesus is forever mine. 



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When sins and fears, prevailing, rise, 
And fainting hope almost expires, 

To thee, Lord, I lift my eyes ; 
To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 

2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? 
And can my hope, my comfort die? 

'Tis fixed on thine almighty word — 
That word which built the earth and sky 

3 If my immortal Saviour lives, 
Then my immortal life is sure; 

His word a firm foundation gives; 
Here may I build and rest secure. 

4 Here, my soul, thy trust repose; 
If Jesus is for ever mine, 

Not death itself — that last of foes — 
Shall break a union so divine. 



^^** ''Complete in Him." g. w. hinsdalb. 

My soul complete in Jesus stands ! 
It fears no more the law's demands; 
The smile of God is sweet within, 
Where all before was guilt and sin. 

2 My soul at rest in Jesus lives; 
Accepts the peace his pardon gives; 
Receives the grace his death secured, 
And pleads the anguish he endured. 

3 My soul its every foe defies, 
And cries— 'Tis God that justifies ! 
Who charges God's elect with sin? 
Shall Christ, who died their peace to win ? 

4 A song of praise my soul shall sing, 
To our eternal, glorious King ! 

Shall worship humbly at his feet, 
In whom alone it stands complete. 

'* ( - ? * 2 Cor. 12: 9. 1. WATTS. 

Let me but hear my Saviour say, 
"Strength shall be equal to thy day;" 
Then I rejoice in deep distress, 
Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 

2 I can do all things — or can bear 
All suffering, if my Lord be there ; 
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, 
While he my sinking head sustains. 

3 I glory in infirmity, 

That Christ's own power may rest on me; 
When I am weak, then am I strong; 
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song 



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2 Though in a foreign land, 
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Hope, and be undismayed; 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; 

God shall lift up thy head. 

2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 
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Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon his name. 

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 
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3 What tnough thou rulest not 1 
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And ruleth all things well. 

4 Far, far above thy thought 
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I '11 put my trust in God, 

2 And what is life, 'mid toil and strife? 
What terror has the grave? 

Thine arm of power, in peril's hour, 
The trembling soul will save. 

3 In darkest skies, though storms arise, 
I will not be dismayed: 

O God of light, and boundless might, 
My soul on thee is stayed! 

"* ^ ^ " / shall be -with Him. " r. Baxter. 

Lord, it belongs not to my care 

Whether I die or live; 
To love and serve thee is my share, 

And this thy grace must give. 

2 If life be long, I will be glad 
That I may long obey; 

If short, yet why should I be sad 
To soar to endless day ? 

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 
Than he went through before; 

No one into his kingdom comes, 
But through his opened door. 

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me 
Thy blessed face to see; [meet, 

For if thy work on earth be sweet, 
What will thy glory be ? 



5 Then shall I end my sad complaints, 
And weary, sinful days. 

And join with all triumphant saints 
Who sing Jehovah's praise. 

6 My knowledge of that life is small; 
The eye of faith is dim ; 

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with him. 



"t^** " If God be for us." f. w. faber. 

God's glory is a wondrous thing, 
Most strange in all its ways, 

And of all things on earth, least like 
What men agree to praise. 

2 Oh, blest is he to whom is given 
The instinct that can tell 

That God is on the field, when he 
Is most invisible! 

3 And blest is he who can divine 
Where real right doth lie, 

And dares to take the side that seems 
Wrong to man's blindfold eye! 

4 Oh, learn to scorn the praise of men ! 
Oh, learn to lose with God! 

For Jesus won the world through shame, 
And beckons thee his road. 

5 And right is right, since God is God; 
And right the day must win; 

To doubt would be disloyalty, 
To falter would be sin! 



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Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigor on; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 

And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 
Hold thee in full survey; 

Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice, 
That calls thee from on high, 

'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye. 

4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee 
Have I my race begun; 

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet 
I'll lay my honors down. 

<* w.A The War/are. I. watts 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb ? 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 

Or blush to speak his name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 
On flowery beds of ease? 

While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face? 
Must I not stem the flood? 

Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God? 



4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 
Increase my courage, Lord ! 

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 
Shall conquer, though they die ; 

They view the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
And all thine armies shine 

In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine, 

(* *J & "I'm not ashamed." i. watts. 

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 

Or to defend his cause; 
Maintain the honor of his word, 

The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my God ! — I know his name - 
His name is all my trust; 

Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
And he can well secure 

What I've committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 
Before his Father's face, 

And in the new Jerusalem 
Appoint my soul a place. 



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Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord, 
Your great Deliverer sing; 

Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound, 
Be joyful in your King. 

2 His hand divine shall lead you on, 
Through all the blissful road; 

Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your gracious God. 



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3 Bright garlands of immortal joy 
Shall bloom on every head; 

While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows, all are fled. 

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength 5 
Pursue his footsteps still; 

And let the prospect cheer your eye 
While laboring up the hill. 



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Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 
And all the world go free ? 

No, there's a cross for every one, 
And there's a cross for me. 

2 How happy are the saints above, 
Who once went sorrowing here ! 

But now they taste unmingled love, 
And joy without a tear. 

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, 
Till death shall set me free ; 

And then go home my crown to wear, 
For there 's a crown for me. 



4 Upon the crystal pavement, down 
At Jesus' pierced feet, 

Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, 
And his dear name repeat. 

5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring, 
Beneath heaven's arches high ; 

The Lord that lives, the ransomed sing, 
That lives no more to die. 

6 Oh, precious cross 1 oh, glorious crown 1 
Oh, resurrection day ! 

Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
And bear my soul away. 



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EENOVATION. S. M. 



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The prize will there be given. 

2 'Tis conflict here below; 

'Tis triumph there, and peace: 

On earth we wrestle with the foe; 

In heaven our conflicts cease. 

3 'Tis gloom and darkness here; 
'Tis light and joy above; 

There all is pure, and all is clear; 
There all is peace and love. 

4 There rest shall follow toil, 
And ease succeed to care: 

The victors there divide the spoil; 
They sing and triumph there. 

5 Then let us joyful sing: 
The conflict is not long: 

We hope in heaven to praise our King 
In one eternal song. 

LABAN. S. M. 



J. SWAIN. 



A O U " y e hovah Jireh: ' 

1 stand on Zion's mount, 

And view my starry crown; 
No power on earth my hope can shake> 
Nor hell can thrust me down. 

2 The lofty hills and towers, 
Tha^t lift their heads on high, 

Shall all be leveled low in dust — 
Their very names shall die. 

3 The vaulted heavens shall fall, 
Built by Jehovah's hands; 

But firmer than the heavens, the Rock 
Of my salvation stands ! 

UV I "Goeth forth weeping." G. BURGESS. 

The harvest dawn is near, 

The year delays not long; 
And he who sows with many a tear, 

Shall reap with many a song. 
2 Sad to his toil he goes, 

His seed with weeping leaves; 
But he shall come, at twilight's close, 

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Renew it boldly every day, 

And help divine implore„ 



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Nor lay thine armor down; 

Thine arduous work will not be done, 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
Shall bring thee to thy God ! 

He'll take thee at thy parting breath, 
Up to his blest abode. 



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And on thy head shall quickly shine 
The diadem of God. 

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Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 

And trust his constant care. 
2 Beneath his watchful eye 

His saints securely dwell ; 
That hand which bears creation up 

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3 Why should this anxious load 
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Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 
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I'll drop my burden at his feet, 
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It is the Lord who rises 

With healing in his wings: 
When comforts are declining, 

He grants the soul again 
A season of clear shining, 

To cheer it after rain. 

2 In holy contemplation, 
We sweetly then pursue 

The theme of God's salvation, 

And find it ever new: 
Set free from present sorrow, 

We cheerfully can say, 
Let the unknown to-morrow 

Bring with it what it may. 

3 It can bring with it nothing, 
But he will bring us through; 

Who gives the lilies clothing, 
Will clothe his people too: 

Beneath the spreading heavens, 
No creature but is fed ; 

And he who feeds the ravens, 
Will give his children bread. 

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither, 
Their wonted fruit should bear, 

Though all the fields should wither, 
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In heavenly love abiding, 

No change my heart shall fear, 
And safe is such confiding, 

For nothing changes here: 
The storm may roar without me, 

My heart may low be laid, 
But God is round about me, 

And can I be dismayed? 

2 Wherever he may guide me, 
No want shall turn me back; 

My Shepherd is beside me, 
And nothing can I lack: 

His wisdom ever waketh, 
His sight is never dim: 

He knows the way he taketh, 
And I will walk with him. 

3 Green pastures are before me, 
Which yet I have not seen; 

Bright skies will soon be o'er me, 
Where darkest clouds have been: 

My hope I cannot measure; 
My path to life is free; 

My Saviour has my treasure, 
And he will walk with me. 



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Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 

Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
Lift high his royal banner, 

It must not suffer loss: 
From victory unto victory 

His army shall he lead, 
Till every foe is vanquished, 

And Christ is Lord indeed. 
2 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 

The trumpet call obey; 
Forth to the mighty conflict, 

Iu this his glorious day : 
"Ye that are men, now serve him," 

Against unnumbered foes; 
Let courage rise with danger, 

And strength to strength oppose. 



3 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
Stand in his strength alone; 

The ann of flesh will fail you — 
Ye dare not trust your own: 

Put on the gospel armor, 
And, watching unto prayer, 

Where duty calls, or danger, 
Be never wanting there. 

4 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 
The strife will not be long; 

This day, the noise of battle, 
The next, the victors song: 

To him that cverccrneth, 
A crown of life shall be; 

He with the King of glory 
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Who still your bodies feel: 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
And look beyond this vale of tears, 

To that celestial hill. 

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
Look forward to that heavenly place, 

The saints' secure abode; 
On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
We shall before his face appear, 

And by his side sit down ; 
To patient faith the prize is sure; 
And all that to the end endure 

The cross, sh£ll wear the crown, 

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Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice, 
Alone in Jesus to rejoice, 

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Come, take his praises on your tongues, 
And raise to him your thankful songs, 

"In him ye are complete !" 

2 In him, who all our praise excels, 
The fullness of the Godhead dwells, 

And all perfections meet: 
The head of all celestial powers, 
Divinely theirs, divinely ours; — 

"In him ye are complete 1 " 

3 Still onward urge your heavenly way, 
Dependent on him day by day, 

His presence still entreat; 
His precious name for ever bless, 
Your glory, strength, and righteousness,— 

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Fear not, little flock, the foe 
Who madly seeks your overthrow; 

Dread not his rage and power; 
What tho' your courage sometimes faints, 
His seeming triumph o 'er God's saints 

Lasts but a little hoar. 

2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs 
To him who can avenge your wrongs; 

Leave it to him, our Lord! 
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, 
He sees the Gideon that shall rise 

To save us, and his word. 

3 As true as God's own word is true, 
Not earth nor hell with all their crew 

Against us shall prevail; 
A jest and by-word are they grown; 
God is with us, we are his own, 

Our victory cannot fail! 



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Great Captain, now thine arm make bare, 

Fight for us once again! 
So shall thy saints and martyrs raise 
A mighty chorus to thy praise, 

World without end: Amen! 

W" • " Casting all care on God." j. anstjch. 

Lord! how happy should we be, 
If we could cast our care on thee, 

If we from self could rest; 
And feel, at heart, that One above, 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best! 
2 How far from this our daily life, 
Ever disturbed by anxious strife, 

By sudden, wild alarms! 
Oh, could we but relinquish all 
Our earthly props, and simply fall 

On thine almighty arms! 



d\IO p. m. "Lead on. 1 ' 

Jesus still lead on, 

Till our rest be won; 
And although the way be cheerless, 
We will follow, calm and fearless; 

Guide us by thy hand 

To our Fatherland. 

2 If the way be drear, 

If the foe be near, 
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, 
Let not faith and hope forsake us; 

For, through many a foe, 

To our home we go. 



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3 When we seek relief 
From a long-felt grief, 

When temptations come, alluring, 
Make us patient and enduring; 
Show us that bright shore 
Where we weep no more. 

4 Jesus, still lead on, 
Till our rest be won; 

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, 
Still support, console, protect us, 

Till we safely stand 

In our Fatherland. 



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CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND CHEER. 



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The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall 

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I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest ; 

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Restores me when wandering, redeems 

when oppressed. 

2 Through the valley and shadow of death 

though I stray, 
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear; 
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay ; 
No harm can befall, withmy Comforter near. 

3 In the midst of affliction, my table is spread ; 
With blessings unmeasured my cup run- 
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With perfume and oil thou anointest my head ; 
Oh, what shall I ask of thy providence 
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4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God ! 
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above; 

I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod 
Through the land of their sojourn, thy 
kingdom of love. 



OAJ. " Faint, yet pursuing." anon. 

Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way ; 
The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay; 
Tho' suffering, and sorrow, and trial be near, 
The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we fear? 

2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint ; 
The weak, and oppressed — he will hear 

their complaint; 
The way may be weary, and thorny the road, 
But how can we falter ? — our help is in God ! 

3 And to his green pastures our footsteps 

he leads; 
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds ! 
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, 
And brings back the wanderers all safe from 

the snares. 



4 Though clouds may surround us, our God 

is our light; 
Though storms rage around us, our God is 

our might; 
So, faint yet pursuing, still onward we come : 
The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our 

home! 



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STEPHANOS. P.M. 



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"Come to me," saith One, " and coming, 
Be at rest." 

2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, 
If he be my Guide? — 

" In his feet and hands are wound-prints, 
And his side." 

3 Is there diadem, as Monarch, 
That his brow adorns? — 

"Yea, a crown, in very surety; 
But of thorns." 

4 If I find him, if I follow, 
What his guerdon here ? — 



"Many a sorrow, many a labor, 
Many a tear." 

5 If I still hold closely to him, 
What hath he at last? — 

"Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 
Jordan passed." 

6 If I ask him to receive me, 
Will he say me nay ? — 

"Not till earth, and not till heaven 
Pass away." 

7 Finding, following, keepiug, struggling, 
Is he sure to bless? — 

"Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
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I nightly pitch my tent below, 
And daily higher rise. 

3 I fare with Christ my Lord ; 
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5 My journey soon will end, 
My scrip and staff laid down: 

Oh, tempt me not with earthly toys— 
I go to wear a crown. 

6 Faithful may I endure, 
And hear my Saviour say, 

Thrice welcome home, belove'd child, 
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Old Salem's happy ground, Where Christ, their Lord, is gone 



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3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, 
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Along the mountain track of life, 
Along the weary lea, 

In jocks, in storms, in joy, in strife, 
Let this my heart-cry be, — 
"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee." 

2 This pilgrim-path by thee was trod, 
Jesus, — my King, by thee, 

Traced by thy tears, thy feet, thy blood, 
In love, in death, for me: 
Oh, bring my soul nearer to thee. 



3 Let every step, let every thought 
Sweet memories bear of thee; 

And hear the soul thy love hath bought, 
Whose every cry shall be — 
"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee.' 7 

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Whispers of faith in thee, 

Of hope that might in grief rejoice, 
If still the way-cry be, — 
"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee." 



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LEAD ME ON. P.M. 



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Traveling to the better land, 
O'er the desert's scorching sand, 
Father ! let me grasp thy hand; 
Lead me on, lead me on ! 

2 When at Marah, parched with heat, 
I the sparkling fountain greet, 

Make the bitter water sweet; 
Lead me on ! 

3 When the wilderness is drear, 
Show me Elim's palm-grove near, 
And her wells, as crystal clear: 

Lead me on ! 

4 Through the water, through the fire, 
Never let me fall or tire, 

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Lead me on ! 

5 Bid me stand on Nebo's height, 
Gaze upon the land of light, 
Then, transported with the sight, 

Lead me on ! 

6 When I stand on Jordan's brink, 
Never let me fear or shrink; 
Hold me, Father, lest I sink: 

Lead me on ! 

*l When the victory is won, 
And eternal life begun, 
Up to glory lead me on ! 

Lead me on, lead me on ! 

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Though troubles assail, and dangers af- 
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The promise assures us, "The Lord will 
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When, marshaled on the nightly plain, 

The glittering host bestud the sky, 
One star alone, of all the train, 

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks 

From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks, — 

It is the Star of Bethlehem. 

2 Once on the raging seas I rode, 

The storm was loud the night was dark, 
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 

The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 
Deep horror then my vitals froze ; 

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; 
When suddenly a star arose, — 

It was the Star of Bethlehem! 

3 It was my guide, my light, my all; 
It bade my dark forebodings cease, 

And through the storm and danger's thrall 
It led me to the port of peace. 

Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 

For ever and for evermore, 

The Star, the Star of Bethlehem! 



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He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought, 
Oh, words with heavenly comfbrt fraught! 
Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 
Refrain. 

He leadeth me! he leadeth me! 

By his own hand he leadeth me; 

His faithful follower I would be, 

For by his hand he leadeth me! 

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, 
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, 
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, — 

Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me! — Ref. 

3 Lord! I would clasp thy hand in mine, 
Nor ever murmur nor repine; 

Content whatever lot I see, 

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. — Ref. 

4 And when my task on earth is done, 
When by thy grace the victory's won, 
Ev'n death's cold wave I will not flee, 
Since God through Jordan leadeth me. — 

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His is love beyond a brother's, 
Costly, free, and knows no end. 

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Could or would have shed his blood ? 

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Reconciled in him to God. 

3 When he lived on earth abased, 
Friend 6f sinners was his name ; 

Now above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same. 

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! 
Teach us, Lord, at length, to love; 

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Jesus only, when the morning 
Beams upon the path I tread; 

Jesus only, when the darkness 
Gathers round my weary head. 

2 Jesus only, when the billows 
Cold and sullen o'er me roll; 

Jesus only, when the trumpet 

Rends the tomb and wakes the soul. 

3 Jesus only, when, adoring, 

Saints their crowns before him bring ; 
Jesus only, I will, joyous, 
Through eternal ages sing. 



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None but Christ: his merit hides me, 
He was faultless — I am fair: 

None but Christ, his wisdom guides me. 
He was out-cast — I'm his care. 

2 None but Christ: his Spirit seals me, 
Gives me freedom with control; 

None but Christ, his bruising heals me, 
And his sorrow soothes my soul. 

3 None but Christ: his life sustains mc, 
Strength and song to me he is; 

None but Christ, his love constrains me, 
He is mine and I am his. 

WWO "With you always.'"' E. H. nevin. 

Always with us, always with us — 
Words of cheer and wordc of love ; 

Thus the risen Saviour whispers, 
From his dwelling-place above. 

2 With us when we toil in sadness, 
Sowing much and reaping none; 

Telling us that in the future 
Golden harvests shall be won. 

3 With us when the storm is sweeping 
O'er our pathway dark and drear; 

Waking hope within our bosoms, 
Stilling every anxious fear. 

4 With us in the lonely valley, 
When we cross the chilling stream — 

Lighting up the steps to glory 
With salvation's radiant beam. 



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GBEENWOOD. 8. M. 



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Since Jesus is my friend, 

And I to him belong, 
It matters not what foes intend, 

However fierce and strong. 

2 He whispers in my breast 
Sweet words of holy cheer, 

How they who seek in God their rest 
Shall ever find him near; — 

3 How God hath built above 
A city fair and new, 

Where eye and heart shall see and prove 
What faith has counted true. 

4 My heart for gladness springs; 
It cannot more be sad; 

For very joy it smiles and sings, — 
Sees naught but sunshine glad. 

5 The sun that lights mine eyes 
Is Christ, the Lord I love; 

1 sing for joy of that which lies 

Stored up for me above, 

& ^ O Psalm 23. I. watts. 

The Lord my Shepherd is, 

I shall be well supplied; 
Since he is mine, and I am his, 

What can I want beside? 

2 He leads me to the place 
Where heavenly pasture grows, 

Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 



3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim; 
And guide me in his own right way, 
For his most holy name. 

4 While he affords his aid, 
I cannot yield to fear; 

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade. 
My Shepherd's with me there. 

5 In spite of all my foes, 
Thou dost my table spread; 

My cup with blessings overflows, 
And joy exalts my head. 

6 The bounties of thy love 
Shall crown my future days; 

Nor from thy house will I remove, 
Nor cease to speak thy praise. 

O rw O Unseen, we love. 1, watts 

Not with our mortal eyes 

Have we beheld the Lord; 
Yet we rejoice to hear his name; 

And love him in his word. 

2 On earth we want the sight 
Of our Redeemer's face; 

Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight 
To dwell upon thy grace. 

3 And when we taste thy love, 
Our joys divinely grow 

Unspeakable, like those above, 
And heaven begins below. 



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Jesus ! and shall it ever be, 
A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
No; when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away; 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. ■ 

5 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ! 
And, oh, may this my glory be 

That Christ is not ashamed of me ! 

*J <w O Jesus all in all. ray palmer, tr. 

Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts, 

Thou Fount of life ! thou Light of men I 

From the best bliss that earth imparts, 
We turn unfilled to thee again. 

2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; 

Thou savest those that on thee call; 
To them that seek thee thou art good, 

To them that find thee, All in All 



3 We taste thee, O thou Living Bread, 
And long to feast upon thee still; 

We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst our souls from thee to fill ! 

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 
Where'er our changeful lot is cast; 

Glad, when thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest, when our faith can hold thee fast. 

5 Jesus, ever with us stay; 

Make all our moments calm and bright; 
Chase the dark night of sin away, 
Shed o'er the world thy holy light ! 



S. F. SMITH. 



WWW " Not your own." 

Oh, not my own these verdant hills, 

And fruits, and flowers, and stream, and 
wood; 

But his who all with glory fills, 

Who bought me with his precious blood. 

2 Oh, not my own this wondrous frame, 
Its curious work, its living soul; 

But his who for my ransom came; 

Slain for my sake, he claims the whole. 

3 Oh, not my own the grace that keeps 
My feet from fierce temptations free; 

Oh, not my own the thought that leaps, 
Adoring, blessed Lord, to thee. 

4 Oh, not my own; I'll soar and sing, 
When life, with all its toils, is o'er, 

And thou thy trembling lamb shalt bring 
Safe home, to wander nevermore. 



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When angel's touch the quivering string, 

And wake, to chant Immanuel's love, 
Such strains as angel-lips can sing ! 

2 And sweet, on earth, the choral swell, 
From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays ; 

When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 

3 Jesus, thy name our souls adore; 

We own the bond that makes us thine; 
And carnal joys that charmed before, 
For thy dear sake we now resign. 

4 Our hearts, by dying love subdued, 
Accept thine offered grace to-day; 

Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 
We bow, and give ourselves away. 

5 In thee we trust, — on thee rely; 
Though we are feeble, thou art strong; 

Oh, keep us till our spirits fly 

To join the bright, immortal throng ! 

GRACE CHUKCH, L. M. 



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"Wl Robe of Righteousness. j. wesley, tr, 

Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress; 
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 Lord, I believe thy precious blood, — 
Which, at the mercy-seat of God, 

For ever doth for sinners plead, — 
For me, ev'n for my soul, was shed. 

3 When from the dust of death I rise 
To claim my mansion in the skies — 
Ev'n then, this shall be all my plea: 
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me. 

4 This spotless robe the same appears, 
When ruined nature sinks in years; 
No age can change its glorious hue, 
The robe of Christ is ever new. 

5 Oh, let the dead now hear thy voice: 
Bid, Lord, thy mourning ones rejoice; 
Their beauty this, their glorious dress, 
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 




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The Light of the world is Jesus; The Light of the world is Jesus. — Ref. 



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Saviour, thy dying love 

Thou gavest me: 
Nor should I aught withhold, 

Dear Lord, from thee: 
In love my soul would bow, 
My heart fullili its vow, 
Some offering bring thee now, 

Something for thee. 

2 O'er the blest mercy-seat, 

Pleading for me, 
My feeble faith looks up, 

Jesus, to thee: 



Help me the cross to bear, 
Thy wondrous love declare, 
Some song to raise, or prayer, 
Something for thee. 

3 Give me a faithful heart — 

Likeness to thee, 
That each departing day 

Henceforth may see 
Some work of love begun, 
Some deed of kindness done, 
Some wanderer sought and won, 

Something for thee. 



LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 



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My faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
Oh, let me from this day 

Be wholly thine I 
2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart-, 

My zeal inspire; 
As thou hast died for me, 
Oh, may my love to thee 
Pure, warm, and changeless be 

A living fire ! 

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3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my guide; 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove; 
Oh, bear me safe above, 

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Love that I daily prove, 
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Jesus, my Lord ! 
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1 shall be happy then, 

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Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing 
My dear Redeemer's praise ! 

The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace ! 

2 My gracious Master and my God ! 
Assist me to proclaim, 

To spread, through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of thy name. 

3 Jesus — the name that calms my fears, 
That bids my sorrows cease; 

'Tis music to my ravished ears; 
'T is life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, 
He sets the prisoner free; 

His blood can make the foulest clean; 
His blood availed for me. 

5 Let us obey, we then shall know, 
Shall feel our sins forgiven; 

Anticipate our heaven below, 
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wOl "Remember me." t. haweis. 

thou, from whom all goodness flows, 

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In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 

Lord, remember me ! 

2 When on my aching, burdened heart 

My sins lie heavily. 
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart; 

Thus, Lord, remember me ! 



3 When trials sore obstruct my way, 
And ills I cannot flee, 

Oh, let my strength be as my day — 
Dear Lord, remember me ! 

4 When in the solemn hour of death 
I wait thy just decree, 

Be this the prayer of my last breath: 
Now, Lord, remember me ! 

*J*JKJ " A clean heart." C WKSLKY. 

Oh, for a heart to praise my God, 

A heart from sin set free; 
A heart that always feels thy blood 

So freely shed for me ! 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 
My dear Redeemers throne; 

Where only Christ is heard to speak. 
Where Jesus reigns alone ! 

3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, 
Believing, true, and clean ! 

Which neither life nor death can part 
From him that dwells within. 

4 A heart in every thought renewed, 
And filled with love divine; 

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good; 
An image, Lord ! of thiue. 

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; 
Come quickly from above; 

W^rite thy new name upon my heart, — 
Thy new, best name of Love. 



LOVE, AND COMMUNION WITH CHRIST. 



141 



SOUTHPORT. C. M. 



GEORGE K1NGSLHY. 




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Jesus, these eves have never seen 

That radiant form of thine ! 
The vail of sense hangs dark between 

Thy blessed face and mine ! 

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, 

Yet art thou oft with me; 
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 

As where I meet with thee. 



O^iXJ Strength, Fortress, Refuge. a. 

Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 
On thee, when sorrows rise, 

On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 

2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 
For thou alone canst heal; 

Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 



3 Like some bright dream that comes un- 3 But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail, 
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Thine image ever fills my thought, 
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4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 

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I love thee, dearest Lord ! — and will, 

Unseen, but not unknown. 



The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
And all my hopes decline. 

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? 

Thou art my only trust; 
And still my soul would cleave to thee, 

Though prostrate in the dust. 



5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still, 
And still this throbbing heart, Here let my soul retreat, 

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My God ! the spring of all my joys 

The life of my delights, 
The glory of my brightest days, 

And comfort of my nights ! 
2 In darkest shades if he appear, 

My dawning is begun: 
He is my soul's sweet morning star, 

And he my rising sun. 



3 The opening heavens around me shine 
With beams of sacred bliss, 

While Jesus shows his heart is mine, 
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Jesus, who on his glorious throne 

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Is pleased to claim me for his own 

And give himself to me. 
2 His person fixes all my love, 

His blood removes my fear; 
And while he pleads for me above, 

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4 For him I count as gain each loss, 
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OtLO " His name Jesus." p. doddridge. 

Jesus ! I love thy charming name, 

'Tis music to mine ear; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud, 

That earth and heaven should hear. 

2 Yes ! — thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport and my trust; 
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 

And gold is sordid dust 

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3 All my capacious powers can wish, 
In thee doth richly meet; 

Not to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 
And sheds its fragrance there; — 

The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 



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It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 

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2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
And calms the troubled breast; 

'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Jesus S my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, 
My Prophet, Priest, and King; 

My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End. 
Accept the praise I bring. 

4 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
And cold my warmest thought; 

But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 

5 Till then I would thy love proclaim, 
With every fleeting breath; 

And may the music of thy name, 
Refresh my soul in death. 



O4:0 " Jesus only." e. caswall, tr 

Jesus, the very thought of thee, 
With sweetness fills my breast; 

But sweeter far thy face to see 
And in thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 
Nor can the memory find 

A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
O Saviour of mankind ! 

3 Hope of every contrite heart ! 
Joy of all the meek ! 

To those who fall, how kind thou art ! 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 But what to those who find? Ah ! this, 
Nor tongue nor pen can show; 

The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but his loved ones know. 

5 Jesus, our only joy be thou, 
As thou our prize wilt be; 

Jesus, be thou our glory now, 
And through eternity. 



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of thy foes, lying; 

In the desert where now they are rov- No longer to wander, no longer to mourn: 
ing, And homeward my spirit is flying. 



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Wx I "/fe is precious." 

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth, 
Oh, could I sound the glories forth, 

Which in my Saviour shine ! 
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel while he sings 

In notes almost divine. 
2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt, 

Of sin and wrath divine ! 
I'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
In which all-perfect heavenly dress 

My soul shall ever shine. 



3 I'd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of love he wears, 

Exalted on his throne: 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all his glories known. 

4 Well — the delightful day will come, 
When my dear Lord will bring me home, 

And I shall see his face: 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend, 

Triumphant in his grace. 



O'rO 7s, 61. " Only thee." g. duffield. 

Blessed Saviour ! thee I love, 
All my other joys above ; 
All my hopes in thee abide, 
Thou my hope, and naught beside: 
Ever let my glory be, 
Only, only, only thee. 

2 Once again beside the cross, 
All my gain I count but loss; 
Earthly pleasures fade away, — 
Clouds they are that hide my day: 
Hence, vain shadows ! let me see 
Jesus, crucified for me. 

3 Blessed Saviour, thine am I, 
Thine to live, and thine to die; 
Height, or depth, or earthly power, 
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more: 
Ever shall my glory be 

Only, only, only thee ! 



F. R. HAVERGAL 



d4:t/ 7S) 6L ''lam thine. 

Jesus, Master, whose I am, 
Purchased thine alone to be, 

By thy blood, O spotless Lamb, 
Shed so willingly for me; 

Let my heart be all thine own, 

Let me live to thee alone. 

2 Other lords have long held sway; 
Now thy name alone to bear, 

Thy dear voice alone obey, 

Is my daily, hourly prayer. 
Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 
Nothing else my joy can be. 

3 Jesus, Master, I am thine; 
Keep me faithful, keep me near; 

Let thy presence in me shine 

All my homeward way to cheer. 
Jesus, at thy feet I fall, 
Oh, be thou my All in all. 



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I once was a stranger to grace and to God; eyes that are weary, and hearts that 

1 knew not my danger, and felt not my load ; are sore ! 

Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ Look off unto Jesus, now sorrow no more! 
on the tree, The light of his countenance shineth so 

Jehovah, my Saviour, seemed nothing to me. bright, 

That here, as in heaven, there need be no 
night. 

2 When free grace awoke me by light from 

on high, 2 While looking to Jesus, my heart can- 

Then legal fears shook me : I trembled to die : n °t fear ; 

No refuge, no safety, in self could I see: I tremble no more when I see Jesus near; 
Jehovah, thou only my Saviour must be! I know that his presence my safeguard 

will be, 
For, " Why are you troubled ? " he saith 

3 My terrors all vanished before his sweet unto me. 

name; 
My guilty fears banished, with boldness I 3 Still looking to Jesus, oh, may I be found, 

came When Jordan's dark waters encompass me 

To drink at the fountain, so copious and free : round : 

Jehovah, my Saviour, is all things to me. They bear me away in his presence to be: 

I see him still nearer whom always I see. 

4 Jehovah, the Lord, is my treasure and 4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty 

boast; and grace 

Jehovah, my Saviour, I ne'er can be lost; Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to face; 

In thee I shall conquer, by flood and by Shall know how his love went before me 

field, each day, 

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Come , Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with me ; died, 

Come, gladden my spirit that waiteth for Made clean in the fountain that gushed 

thee; from thy side, 

Thy smile every shadow shall chase from my I shall see thy full glory, thy face shall be- 

heart, hold, 

And soothe every sorrow though keen be And praise thee with raptures for ever un- 

the smart. told ! 

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fear, bring ? 

Since thou, the Most Mighty, my Helper, Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, 

art near. or for ease, 

3 Thy love, oh, how faithful ! so tender, so For the sunshine of youth, for the garden 

pure ! of peace ? 

Thy promise, faith's anchor, how steadfast 2 For this I should praise; but if only for 

and sure ! this, 

That love, like sweet sunshine, my cold I should leave half untold the donation of 

heart can warm, bliss ! 

That promise make steady my soul in the I thank thee for sickness, for sorrow, and 

storm. care 

4 Breathe, breathe on my spirit, oft ruffled, For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish 

thy peace: I bear; — 

From restless, vain wishes, bid thou my 3 For nights of anxiety, watching, and tears 

heart cease; A present of pain, a prospective of fears; 

In thee all its longings henceforward shall I praise thee, I bless thee, my Lord and my 

end, God, 

Till, glad, to thy presence my soul shall For the good and the evil thy hand hath be- 

ascend. stowed ! 



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Blessed are the sons of God, 

They are bought with Christ's own blood ; 

They are ransomed from the grave; 

Life eternal they shall have: 

With them numbered may we be, 

Here, and in eternity. 

2 They are justified by grace, 
They enjoy the Saviour's peace; 
All their sins are washed away; 
They shall stand in God's great day: 
With them numbered may we be, 
Here, and in eternity. 

3 They are lights upon the earth, 
Children of a heavenly birth, — 



One with God, with Jesus one: 
Glory is in them begun: 
With them numbered may we be, 
Here, and in eternity. 

"*J*J Charity. c. winkwohth, r>. 

Though I speak with angel tongues 
Bravest words of strength and fire, 

They are but as idle songs, 
If no love my heart inspire ; 

All the eloquence shall pass 

As the noise of sounding brass. 

2 Though I lavish all I have 
On the poor in charity, 

Though I shrink not from the grave. 

Or unmoved the stake can see, — 
Till by love the work be crowned, 
All shall profitless be found. 

3 Come, thou Spirit of pure love, 
Who didst forth from God proceed, 

Never from my heart remove; 
Let me all thy impulse heed; 
Let my heart henceforward be 
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Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, 
Make me teachable and mild, 

Upright, simple, free from art, 
Make me as a weaned child: 

From distrust and envy free, 

Pleased with all that pleases thee. 

2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 
Let me as a child receive; 

What to-morrow may betide, 

Calmly to thy wisdom leave: 
Tis enough that thou wilt care; 
Why should I the burden bear? 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own, 
Knows he's neither strong nor wise, 

Fears to stir a step alone; — 
Let me thus with thee abide, 
As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 

HALLE. 7s, 61, _ 



<Jlr i Trust. e. h. nevin. 

Saviour, happy would I be, 
If I could but trust in thee; 
Trust thy wisdom me to guide; 
Trust thy goodness to provide; 
Trust thy saving love and power; 
Trust thee every day and hour: — 

2 Trust thee as the only light 
In the darkest hour of night; 
Trust in sickness, trust in health; 
Trust in poverty and wealth ; 
Trust in joy and trust in grief; 
Trust thy promise for relief: — 

3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul; 
Trust thy grace to make me whole; 
Trust thee living, dying too; 

Trust thee all my journey through; 
Trust thee till my feet shall be 
Planted on the crystal sea. 

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Abba, Father, hear thy child, 
Late in Jesus reconciled; 
Hear,, and all the graces shower, 
All the joy, and peace, and power; 
All my Saviour asks above, 
All the life and heaven of love. 



2 Holy Ghost, no more delay; 
Come, and in thy temple stay : 
Now, thine inward witness bear, 
Strong, and permanent, and clear: 
Spring of life, thyself impart; 
Rise eternal in my heart. 



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The more I wait on thee; 

The grace that mightily uplifts 
Most sweetly humbleth me. 

5 The heaven where I would stand complete 
My lowly love shall see, 

And stronger grow the yearning sweet, 
My holy One ! for thee. 

OOl Calmness. h. bonar. 

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; 

Let thine outstretched wing 
Be like the shade of Elim's palm, 

Beside* her desert spring. 

2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 
The sounds my ear that greet, — 

Calm in the closet's solitude, 
Calm in the bustling street, — 

3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 
Calm in my hour of pain, 

Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
Calm in my loss or gain, — 



dtlv Faith. J. R. WREFORD. 

Lord, I believe; thy power I own; 
Thy word I would obey; 

1 wander comfortless and lone, 
When from thy truth. I stray. 

2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears 
Sometimes bedim my sight; 

I look to thee with prayers and tears, 
And cry for strength and light. 

3 Lord, I believe ; but oft, I know, 
My faith is cold and weak: 

My weakness strengthen, and bestow 
The confidence I seek. 

4 Yes ! I believe; and only thou 
Canst give my soul relief: 

Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow; 
"Help thou mine unbelief!" 



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OuU Meekness. 

Lord ! when I all things would possess, 

I crave but to be thine; 
Oh, lowly is the loftiness 

Of these desires divine. 



2 Each gift but helps my soul to learn 4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
How boundless is thy store; Like him who bore my shame, 

I go from strength to strength, and yearn Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng, 
For thee, my Helper, more. Who hate thy holy name. 



3 How can my soul divinely soar, 
How keep the shining way, 

And not more tremblingly adore, 
And not more humbly pray I 



5 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 

Soft resting on thy breast; 
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 

And bid my spirit rest. 



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My God, how wonderful thou art, 
Thy majesty how bright ! 

How glorious is thy mercy seat, 
In depths of burning light ! 

2 Yet I may love thee too, Lord, 

Almighty as thou art; 
For thou hast stooped to ask of me 

The love of my poor heart. 



3 No earthly father loves like thee, 
No mother half so mild 

Bears and forbears, as thou hast done 
With me, thy sinful child. 

4 My God, how wonderful thou art, 
Thou everlasting Friend ! 

On thee I stay my trusting heart, 
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Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss 

Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 

Let this petition rise: — 

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 
From every murmur free; 

The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine; 
My life and death attend; 

Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end." 



dOx Growth in grace. a. nettleton. 

Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire; 

This one great gift impart — 
What most I need, and most desire, 

An humble, holy heart. 

2 Bear witness I am born again, 
My many sins forgiven: 

Nor let a gloomy doubt remain 
To cloud my hope of heaven. 

3 More of myself grant I may know, 
From sin's deceit be free; 

In all the Christian graces grow, 
And live alone to thee. 



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My God, how endless is thy love ! 

Thy gifts are every evening new; 
And morning mercies from above, 

Gently distill like early dew. 

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, 
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; 

Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers, 

3 I yield my powers to thy command; 
To thee I consecrate my days; 

Perpetual blessings from thine hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

OOO Faith. j. newton. 

By faith in Christ I walk with God, 
With heaven, my journey's end, in view; 

Supported by his staff and rod, 
My road is safe and pleasant too. 

2 Though snares and dangers throng my 

path, 
And earth and hell my course withstand, 
I triumph over all by faith, 
Guarded by his almighty hand. 

3 The wilderness affords no food, 
But God for my support prepares, 

Provides me every needful good, 

And frees my soul from wants and cares. 

4 With him sweet converse I maintain; 
Great as he is, I dare be free; 

I tell him all my grief and pain, 
And he reveals his love to me. 



*y\) i Contentment. w. cowper, tr. 

O Lord, how full of sweet content 
Our years of pilgrimage are spent ! 
Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee, 
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 

2 To us remains nor place nor time: 
Our country is in every clime: 

We can be calm and free from care 
On any shore, since God is there. 

3 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none; 

But with our God to guide our way, 
'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 

4 Could we be cast where thou art not, 
That were indeed a dreadful lot; 

But regions none remote we call, 
Secure of finding God in all 

OOO Voiceless Prayer. greek hymn. 

O blessed God, to thee I raise 
My voice in thankful hymns of praise; 
And when my voice shall silent be, 
My silence shall be praise to thee. 

2 For voice and silence doth impart 
The filial homage of my heart; 
And both alike are understood 

By thee, thou Parent of all good — 

3 Whose grace is all unsearchable, 
Whose care for me no tongue can tell, 
Who loves my loudest praise to hear, 
And loves to bless my voiceless prayer. 



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'Tis by the faith of joys to come, 

We walk through deserts dark as night; 

Till we arrive at heaven, our home, 
Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 

2 The want of sight she well supplies ; 
She makes the pearly gates appear; 

Far into distant worlds she pries, 
And brings eternal glories near. 

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 
While faith inspires a heavenly ray ; 

Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
And rocks and dangers fill the way. 

d t\J Self-denial. j. keble. 

If on our daily course our mind 
Be set, to hallow all we find, 
New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, 
As more of heaven in each we see; 
Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
Shall dawn on every cross and care. 

3 The trivial round, the common task, 
Will furnish all we ought to ask;— 
Room to deny ourselves, a road 

To bring us daily nearer God. 

4 Only, Lord, in thy dear love, 
Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
And help us, this and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 



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Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, 
And nobler speech than angels use, 
If love be absent, I am found 
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 

2 Were I inspired to preach and tell 
All that is done in heaven and hell — 
Or could my faith the world remove, 
Still I am nothing without love. 

3 Should I distribute all my store 
To feed the hungry, clothe the poor; 
Or give my body to the flame, 

To gain a martyr's glorious name: — 

4 If love to God and love to men 
Be absent, all my hopes are vain; 
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, 
The work of love can e'er fulfill 

O 4 rw Consistency. 1. watts. 

So let our lips and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess; 
So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honors of our Saviour God; 
When his salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope, — 
The bright appearance of the Lord: 
And faith stands leaning on his word 



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Oh, gift of gifts ! oh, grace of faith ! 

My God ! how can it be 
That thou, who hast discerning love, 

Shouldst give that gift to me? 

2 How many hearts thou mightst have had 
More innocent than mine ! 

How many souls more worthy far 
Of that sweet touch of thine ! 

3 Ah, grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 
It is thy boast to come, 

The glory of thy light to find 
In darkest spots a home. 

4 The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross, 
Seem trifles less than light — 

Earth looks so little and so low 
When faith shines full and bright. 

5 Oh, happy, happy that I am ! 
If thou canst be, O Faith, 

The treasure that thou art in life, 
What wilt thou be in death ! 

& • ^ Godly sincerity. barton. 

Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know 

That fellowship of love, 
His Spirit only can bestow, 

Who reigns in light above, 

2 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find 

Thy heart made truly his, 
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 

In whom no darkness is. 



3 Walk in the light ! and ev'n the tomb 
No fearful shade shall wear; 

Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
For Christ hath conquered there. 

4 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt see 
Thy path, though thorny, bright, 

For God by grace shall dwell in thee, 
And God himself is light. 



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" • " fait*. D. TURNER. 

Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 
And saves me from its snares; 

Its aid, in every duty, brings, 
And softens all my cares. 

2 The wounded conscience knows its power 
The healing balm to give ; 

That balm the saddest heart can cheer; 
And make the dying live. 

3 Wide it unvails celestial worlds, 
Where deathless pleasures reign; 

And bids me seek my portion there, 
Nor bids me seek in vain. 

4 It shows the precious promise sealed 
With the Redeemer's blood; 

And helps my feeble hope to rest 
Upon a faithful God. 

5 There — there unshaken would I rest, 
Till this frail body dies; 

And then, on faith's triumphant wings, 
To endless glory rise. 



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Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit too, 
And glory all divine. 

2 If he is mine, then from his love 
He every trouble sends; 

All things are working for my good, 
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*-* • " Perseverance. I. watts. 

Firm as the earth thy gospel stands, 
My Lord, my hope, my trust; 

If I am found in Jesus' hands, 
My soul can ne'er be lost. 

2 His honor is engaged to save 
The meanest of his sheep ; 

All, whom his heavenly Father gave, 
His hands securely keep. 

3 Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove 
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And fiery darts be hurled, 

Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
And storms of sorrow fall, 

May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all ! — 

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Heaven with the echo shall resound, 

And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 
To save rebellious man; 

And all the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace led my roving feet 
To tread the heavenly road; 

And new supplies each hour I meet 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 
Through everlasting days; 

It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

OOU God our Father, c. winkworth, tr. 

Here I can firmly rest; 

I dare to boast of this, 
That God, the highest and the best, 

My Friend and Father is. 

2 Naught have I of my own, 
Naught in the life I lead; 

What Christ hath given, that alone 
I dare in faith to plead. 

3 I rest upon the ground 
Of Jesus and his blood; 

It is through him that I have found 
My soul's eternal good. 



4 At cost of all I have, 
At cost of life and limb, 

1 cling to God who yet shall save; 
I will not turn from him. 

5 His Spirit in me dwells, 
O'er all my mind he reigns; 

My care and sadness he dispels, 
And soothes away my pains. 

6 He prospers day by day 
His work within my heart, 

Till I have strength and faith to say, 
"Thou, God, my Father art!" 

"C-l- "It is well." J. KKHT- 

What cheering words are these; 

Their sweetness who can tell? 
In time, and to eternal days, 

"'Tis with the righteous well I" 

2 Well when they see his face, 
Or sink amidst the flood; 

Well in affliction's thorny maze, 
Or on the mount with God. 

3 'Tis well when joys arise, 
'Tis well when sorrows flow, 

'Tis well when darkness vails the skies. 
And strong temptations grow. 

4 'Tis well when Jesus calls, — 
" From earth and sin arise, 

To join the hosts of ransomed souls, 
Made to salvation wise ! " 



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Behold ! what wondrous grace 

The Father has bestowed 
On sinners of a mortal race, 

To call them sons of God ! 

2 Nor doth it yet appear 
How great we must be made; 

But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

3 A hope so much divine 
May trials well endure, 

May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
As Christ the Lord is pure. 

4 If in my Father's love 
I share a filial part, 

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, 
To rest upon my heart. 

5 We would no longer lie 

Like slaves beneath the throne; 
Our faith shall Abba, Father ! cry, 
And thou the kindred own. 



Peace. 



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Thou very present Aid 

In suffering and distress, 
The mind which still on thee is stayed, 

Is kept in perfect peace. 

2 The soul by faith reclined 
On the Redeemer's breast, 

'Mid raging storms, exults to find 
An everlasting rest. 

3 Sorrow and fear are gone, 
Whene'er thy face appears; 

It stills the sighing orphan's moan, 
And dries the widow's tears. 

4 Jesus, to whom I fly, 
Doth all my wishes fill; 

What though created streams are dry ? 
I have the fountain still. 

5 Stripped of each earthly friend, 
I find them all in One, 

And peace and joy which never end, 
And heaven, in Christ, alone. 



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My Lord, thy will be done! 

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All shall be well for me; 

Each changing future scene 

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Straight to my home above 

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My Lord, thy will be done! 



OOtF " He knoweth the way." h. bon. 

Thy way, not mine, Lord, 

However dark it be! 
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Choose out my path for me. 

1 dare not choose my lot: 

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3 Choose thou for me my friends, 
My sickness or my health; 

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My poverty or wealth. 

Not mine, not mine the choice, 
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My Wisdom and my All. 



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In the dark and cloudy day, 
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Saviour, comfort me ! 

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Desolate, bereft, alone, 

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In the darkness crucified, 

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1 deserve it all, I own: 
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Thou wilt soon have cause to bless 
His unchanging faithfulness. 

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He enables thee to stand; 

Those, whom Jesus once hath loved, 
From his grace are never moved. 



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Sanctifying every loss. 

2 Trials must and will befall ; 
But with humble faith to see 

Love inscribed upon them all, — 
This is happiness to me. 

3 God in Israel sows the seeds 
Of affliction, pain and toil; 

These spring up and choke the weeds 
Which would else o'erspread the soil 

4 Bid I meet no trials here, 
No chastisement by the way, 

Might I not with reason fear 
I should prove a castaway? 

5 Trials make the promise sweet; 
Trials give new life to prayer; 

Trials bring me to his feet, 

Lay me low, and keep me there. 



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Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 

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Calmly say, — thy will be done. 
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Though afflicted, not alone; 
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Blessed Lord, — thy will be done. 



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Lead thou me on; [gloom, 

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Lead thou me on; 
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Holy Saviour! Friend unseen, 
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By faith to cling to thee ! 

2 What though the world deceitful prove, 
And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
With patient, uncomplaining love, 

Still would I cling to thee. 

3 Though oft I seem to tread alone 
Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown, 
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone, 

Still whispers, " Cling to me!" 

4 Though faith and hope are often tried, 

1 ask not, need not, aught beside ; 
So safe, so calm, so satisfied, 

The soul that clings to thee! 



W*: A will resigned. j. g. whittier. 

1 ask not now for gold to gild, 

With mocking shine, an aching frame; 
The yearning of the mind is stilled — 
I ask not now for fame. 

2 But, bowed in lowliness of mind, 

I make my humble wishes known; 
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Father, to thine own. 

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"Thy will be | done." 

2 "Thy will be I done!" || If o'er us shine 
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"Thy will be | done!" 

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Our I path with | gloom, | one comfort — one 
Is ours: — to breathe, while we adore, | 
"Thy will be | done." 



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Oe/O Thanks for all. J. CREWDSON. 

thou, whose bounty fills my cup 
With every blessing meet ! 

1 give thee thanks for every drop-— 
The bitter and the sweet. 

2 I praise thee for the desert road, 
And for the river-side; 

For all thy goodness hath bestowed, 
And all thy grace denied. 

3 I thank thee for both smile and frown, 
And for the gain and loss; 

1 praise thee for the future crown, 

And for the present cross. 

4 I thank thee for the wing of love, 
Which stirred my worldly nest; 

And for the stormy clouds which drove 
The flutterer to thy breast. 

5 I bless thee for the glad increase, 
And for the waning joy; 

And for this strange, this settled peace, 
Which nothing can destroy. 

OO 4 " I firmly trust." J. MONTGOMERY. 

One prayer I have — all prayers in one — 

When I am wholly thine; 
Thy will, my God, thy will be done, 

And let that will be mine. 

2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, 
In thee I firmly trust; 

Thy ways, unknown or understood, 
Are merciful and just. 



3 May I remember that to thee 
Whate'er I have I owe; 

And back, in gratitude, from me 
May all thy bounties flow. 

4 And though thy wisdom takes away, 
Shall I arraign thy will? 

No, let me bless thy name, and say, 
"The Lord is gracious still." 

5 A pilgrim through the earth I roam, 
Of nothing long possessed; 

And all must fail when I go home, 
For this is not my rest. 

0«7C5 "Sweet to lie passive." A. M. toplady 

When languor and disease invade 

This trembling house of clay, 
? Tis sweet to look beyond my pain, 

And long to fly away; — 

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 
The whispers of his love ; 

Sweet to look upward to the place 
Where Jesus pleads above; — 

3 Sweet on his faithfulness to rest, 
Whose love can never end; 

Sweet on his covenant of grace 
For all things to depend ; — 

4 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, 
To trust his firm decrees; 

Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
And know no wijl but his. 



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Glorious things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ! 
He, whose word cannot be broken, 

Formed thee for his own abode: 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

"What can shake thy sure repose ? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 

2 See 1 the streams of living waters, 
Springing from eternal love, 

Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
And all fear of want remove: 

Who can faint, while such a river 
Ever flows their thirst to assuage? — 

Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, 
Never fails from age to age. 

3 Hound each habitation hovering, 
See the cloud and fire appear 

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Showing that tbe Lord is near ! 

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Hear what God, the Lord hath spoken; 

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Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 

Fair abodes I build for you; 
Scenes of heartfelt tribulation 

Shall no more perplex your ways; 
You shall name your walls " Salvation," 

And your gates shall all be "Praise." 

2 There, like streams that feed the garden, 
Pleasures without end shall flow; 

For the Lord, your faith rewarding, 

All his bounty shall bestow. 
Still in undisturbed possession 

Peace and righteousness shall reign; 
Never shall you feel oppression, 

Hear the voice of war again. 

3 Ye, no more your suns descending, 
Waning moons no more shall see, 

But, your griefs for ever ending, 

Find eternal noon in me. 
God shall rise, and shining o'er you, 

Change to day the gloom of night; 
He, the Lord, shall be your Glory, 

God, your everlasting Light. 



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Rise on us, thy love revealing, 

Dissipate the clouds beneath: 
Thou, of heaven and earth Creator, 

In our deepest darkness rise, — 
Scattering all the night of nature, 

Pouring day upon our eyes. 

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2 Still we wait for thine appearing, 
Life and joy thy beams impart, 

Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
Every poor benighted heart: 

Come, and manifest thy favor 
To the ransomed, helpless race; 

Come, thou glorious God and Saviour! 
Come, and bring the gospel grace. 

3 Save us, in thy great compassion, 
thou mild, pacific Prince ! 

Give the knowledge of salvation, 
Give the pardon of our sins; 

By thine all-sufficient merit, 
Every burdened soul release; 

Every weary, wandering spirit, 
Guide into thy perfect peace. 

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2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 
Hope of all the saints thou art: 

Dear Desire of every nation, 
Joy of every longing heart. 

3 Born, thy people to deliver; 
Born a child, and yet a King ! 

Born to reign in us for ever, 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 
Rule in all our hearts alone; 

By thine all-sufficient merit, 

Raise us to thy glorious throne. 



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Work while it is to-day ! 

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With docile minds let us obey, 

As learners in his school. 

2 Lord Christ, we humbly ask 
Of thee the power and will, 

With fear and meekness, every task 
Of duty to fulfill. 

3 At home, by word and deed, 
Adorn redeeming grace; 

And sow abroad the precious seed 
Of truth in every place: — 

4 That thus the wilderness 
May blossom like the rose, 

And trees spring up of righteousness, 
Where'er life's river flows. 

5 For thee our all to spend, 
Still may we watch and pray. 

And, persevering to the end, 
Work while it is to-day. 

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We give thee but thine own, 

Whate'er the gift may be: 
All that we have is thine alone, 

A trust, Lord, from thee. 

2 May we thy bounties thus 

As stewards true receive, 
And gladly, as thou blessest us, 

To thee our first-fruits give. 



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3 To comfort and to bless, 
To find a balm for woe, 

To tend the lone and fatherless 
Is angel's work below. 

4 The captive to release, 
To God the lost to bring, 

To teach the way of life and peace — 
It is a Christ-like thing. 

5 And we believe thy word, 
Though dim our faith may be; 

Whate'er for thine we do, Lord, 
We do it unto thee. 

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Mourn for the thousands slain, 
The youthful and the strong; 

Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign, 
And the deluded throng. 

2 Mourn for the ruined soul, — 
Eternal life and light 

Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl, 
And turned to hopeless night. 

3 Mourn for the lost, — but call, 
Call to the strong, the free; 

Rouse them to shun the dreadful fall, 
And to the refuge flee. 

4 Mourn for the lost, — but pray, 
Pray to our God above, 

To break the fell destroyer's sway, 
And show his saving love. 



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At eve hold not thy hand; 

To doubt and fear give thou no heed; 
Broad-east it o'er the land. 

2 And duly shall appear 
In verdure, beauty, strength, 

The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 
And the full corn at length. 



3 Thou canst not toil in vain; 
Cold, heat, the moist and dry, 

Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

4 Then, when the glorious end, 
The day of God shall come, 

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Work, through the morning hours; 
Work, while the dew is sparkling; 

Work, 'mid springing flowers; 
Work, when the day grows brighter, 

Work, in the glowing sun; 
Work, for the night is coming, 

When man's work is done. 

2 Work, for the night is coming, 
Work through the sunny noon; 

Fill brightest hours with labor, 
Rest comes sure and soon. 



Give every flying minute 
Something to keep in store: 

Work, for the night is coming, 
When man works no more. 

3 Work, for the night is coming, 

Under the sunset skies; 
While their bright tints are glowing, 

Work, for daylight flies. 
Work till the last beam fadeth, 

Fadeth to shine no more; 
Work while the night is darkening, 

When man's work is o'er. 



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" Here am I, Lord, send me." 

2 If you cannot cross the ocean 
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You can find the heathen nearer, 
You can help them at your door; 

If you cannot speak like angels, 
If you cannot preach like Paul, 

You can tell the love of Jesus, 
You can say he died for all. 

3 While the souls of men are dying, 
And the Master calls for you, 

Let none hear you idly saying, 
"There is nothing I can do !" 

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"Here am I, Lord, send me." 

TVt/ " What thy hand jindeth." e. h. gates. 

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Laughing at the storms you meet, 

You can stand among the sailors, 
Anchored yet within the bay, 

You can lend a hand to help them 
As they launch their boat away. 

2 If you are too weak to journey 
Up the mountain steep and high, 

You can stand within the valley, 
While the multitude go by; 

You can chant in happy measure, 
As they slowly pass along; 

Though they may forget the singer, 
They will not forget the song. 

3 If you have not gold and silver 
Ever ready to command; 

If you cannot toward the needy 
Reach an ever open hand, 

You can visit the afflicted, 
O'er the erring you can weep; 

You can be a true disciple 
Sitting at the Saviour's feet. 

4 If you cannot in the harvest 
Garner up the richest sheaf, 

Many a grain both ripe and golden 
Will the careless reapers leave; 

Go and glean among the briers, 
Growing rank against the wall, 

For it may be that the shadow 
Hides the heaviest wheat of all. 



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Hail ! thou God of grace and glory! 

Who thy name hast magnified, 
By redemption's wondrous story, 

By the Saviour crucified; 
Thanks to thee for every blessing, 

Flowing from the Fount of love; 
Thanks for present good unceasing, 

And for hopes of bliss above. 

2 Hear us, as thus bending lowly, 
Near thy bright and burning throne; 

We invoke thee, God most holy! 
Through thy well-beloved Son; 



Send the baptism of thy Spirit, 

Shed the pentecostal fire; 
Let us all thy grace inherit, 

Waken, crown each good desire. 

3 Bind thy people, Lord ! in union, 

With the sevenfold cord of love; 
Breathe a spirit of communion 

With the glorious hosts above; 
Let thy work be seen progressing; 

Bow each heart, and bend each knee; 
Till the world, thy truth possessing, 

Celebrates its jubilee. 



BEAUTEOUS DAT. P. M. 




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When the shadows, weary shadows, 
From the world shall roll away. — Cho. 

2 We are watching, we are waiting, 
For the star that brings the day; 



When the night of sin shall vanish, 
And the shadows melt away. — Cho. 

3 We are watching, we are waiting, 
For the beauteous King of day: 

For the Chiefest of ten-thousand, 

For the Light, the Truth, the Way. — 

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Onward, Christian, though the region 
Where thou art be drear and lone; 

God has set a guardian legion 
Yery near thee ; press thou on. 

2 By the thorn-road, and none other, 
Is the mount of vision won; 

Tread it without shrinking, brother; 
Jesus trod it; press thou on. 

3 Be this world the wiser, stronger, 
For thy life of pain and peace ; 

"While it needs thee, oh, no longer 
Pray thou for thy quick release. 

4 Pray thou, Christian, daily rather, 
That thou be a faithful son; 

By the prayer of Jesus, ''Father, 
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Father, hear the prayer we offer! 

Not for ease that prayer shall be, 
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Live our lives courageously. 

2 Not for ever by still waters 
Would we idly quiet stay; 

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From the rocks along our way. 

3 Be our strength in hours of weakness, 
In our wanderings, be our guide; 

Through endeavor, failure, danger, 
Father, be thou at our side! 



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414 

a A T Progress. 

Like the eagle, upward, onward, 
Let my soul in faith be borne: 

Calmly gazing, skyward, sunward, 
Let my eye unshrinking turn! 

2 Where the cross, God's love revealing, 
Sets the fettered spirit free, 

Where it sheds its wondrous healing, 
There, my soul, thy rest shall be I 

3 Oh, may I no longer, dreaming, 
Idly waste my golden day, 

But, each precious hour redeeming, 
L^pward, onward, press my way I 

aXO Psalm 127. H. AUBER. 

Vainly, through night's weary hours, 
Keep we watch, lest foes alarm; 

Vain our bulwarks, and our towers, 
But for God's protecting arm. 

2 Tain were all our toil and labor, 
Did not God that labor bless; 

Yain. without his grace and favor, 
Every talent we possess. 

3 Vainer still the hope of heaven, 
That on human strength relies; 

But to him shall help be given, 
Who in humble faith applies. 

4 Seek we, then, the Lord's Anointed: 
He will grant us peace and rest: 

Ne'er was suppliant disappointed, 

Who thro' Christ his prayer addressed 



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2 Cast thy bread upon the waters ; 

Wildly though the billows roll, 
They but aid thee as thou toilest 

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2 Soft descend the dews of heaven 

Bright the rays celestial shine; 
Precious fruits will thus be given, 

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3 Sow thy seed, be never weary, 
Let no fears thy soul annoy; 

Be the prospect ne'er so dreary, 
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4 Lo, the scene of verdure brightening ! 
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Father of mercies ! send thy grace, 

All powerful from above, 
To form in our obedient souls, 

The image of thy love. 

2 Oh, may our sympathizing breasts 
The generous pleasure know, 

Kindly to share in others' joy 
And weep for others' woe ! 

3 When the most helpless sons of grief 
In low distress are laid, 

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 
And swift our hands to aid. 

4 So Jesus looked on dying men, 
When throned above the skies; 

And mid the embraces of his God, 
He felt compassion rise. 

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, 
To raise us from the ground, 

And made the richest of his blood 
A balm for every wound. 



W. CROSWELL. 



a A t/ God's hidden ones. 

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 

By lane and cell obscure, 
And let love's treasures still be spent, 

Like his, upon the poor. 

2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, 
Who bore the world's. sad weight, 

We, in their crowded loneliness, 
Would seek the desolate. 

3 For thou hast placed us side by side 
In this wide world of ill; 

And that thy followers may be tried, 
The poor are with us still. 

4 Mean are all offerings we can make; 
Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, 

If given for the Saviour's sake, 
They lose not their reward. 



TfWVf Minute fidelity. anon. 

Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 

Nor deem it void of power; 
There 's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, 

That waits its natal hour. 

2 A whispered word may touch the heart, 
And call it back to life; 

A look of love bid sin depart, 
And still unholy strife. 

3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell 
How vast its power may be, 

Nor what results infolded dwell 
Within it silently. 

4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, 
Nor care how small it be; 

God is with all that serve the right, 
The holy, true, and free. 

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Psalm 41. A. L. BARBAULD. 

Blest is the man whose softening heart 

Feels all another's pain; 
To whom the supplicating eye 

Was never raised in vain: — 

2 Whose breast expands with generous 
A stranger's woes to feel; [warmth 

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the power to heal. 

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms 
To every child of grief; 

His secret bounty largely flows, 
And brings unasked relief. 

4 To gentle offices of love 
His feet are never slow: 

He views, through mercy's melting eye, 
A brother in a foe. 

5 Peace from the bosom of his God, 
The Saviour's grace shall give; 

And, when he kneels before the throne, 
His trembling soul shall live. 



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4 But life, though falling like our grain, 
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And, early called, how blest are they 
Who wait, in heaven, their harvest day I 



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M.tm*+ Encouragement, j. g. whittier. 

It may not be our lot to wield 
The sickle in the ripened field; 
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves, 
The reaper's song among the sheaves. 

2 Yet ours the grateful service whence 
Comes, day by day, the recompense; 
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed, 
The fountain, and the noonday shade. 

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2 Take up thy cross; let not its weight 

Fill thy weak spirit with alarm; 
His strength shall bear thy spirit up, 

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Nor let thy foolish pride rebel; 

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Great God, now condescend 

To bless our rising race; 
Soon may their willing spirits bend, 

The subjects of thy grace. 

2 Oh, what a pure delight 
Their happiness to see; 

Our warmest wishes all unite 
To lead their souls to thee. 

3 Now bless, thou God of love, 
The word of truth divine; 

Send thy good Spirit from above, 
And make these children thine. 



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The Saviour kindly calls 
Our children to his breast; 

He folds them in his gracious arms, 
Himself declares them blest. 

2 " Let them approach," he cries, 
"Nor scorn their humble claim; 

The heirs of heaven are such as these, 
For such as these I came." 

3 With joy we bring them, Lord, 
Devoting them to thee, 

Imploring, that, as we are thine, 
Thine may our offspring be. 



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Shepherd of tender youth, 
Guiding in love and truth 

Through devious ways — 
Christ, our triumphant King, 
We come thy name to sing, 
And here our children bring, 

To shout thy praise. 

2 Thou art our holy Lord, 
The all-subduing Word, 

Healer of strife; 
Thou didst thyself abase, 
That from sin's deep disgrace 
Thou mightest save our race, 

And give us life. 



3 Ever be thou our Guide, 
Our Shepherd and our pride, 

Our staff and song; 
Jesus, thou Christ of God, 
By thy perennial word 
Lead us where thou hast trod; 

Our faith make strong. 

4 So now, and till we die, 
Sound we thy praises high, 

And joyful sing: 
Let all the holy throng, 
Who to thy Church belong, 
Unite and swell the song 

To Christ our King! 



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Saviour, like a shepherd lead us: 

Much we need thy tender care; 
In thy pleasant pastures feed us, 

For our use thy fold prepare: 
We are thine: do thou befriend us, 

Be the guardian of our way; 
Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, 

Seek us when we go astray. 

2 Thou hast promised to receive us, 

Poor and sinful though we be; 
Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 

Grace to cleanse, and power to free: 
Early let us seek thy favor, 

Early help us do thy will; 
Holy Lord, our only Saviour ! 

With thy grace our bosom fill. 

tt&O Sabbath School Meeting. ANON. 

Saviour King, in hallowed union, 

At thy sacred feet we bow; 
Heart with heart, in blest communion, 

Join to crave thy favor now ! 
Though celestial choirs adore thee, 

Let our prayer as incense rise; 
And our praise be set before thee, 

Sweet as evening sacrifice. 

2 Heavenly Fount, thy streams of blessing, 
Oft have cheered us on our way; 

By thy power and grace unceasing, 
We continue to this day: 



Raise we then with glad emotion 
Thankful lays: and while we sing, 

Vow a pure, a full devotion 
To thy work, O Saviour King I 

3 When we tell the wondrous story 

Of thy rich, exhaustless love, 
Send thy Spirit, Lord of glory, 

On the youthful heart to move ! 
Oh, that he, the ever-living, 

May descend, as fruitful rain; 
Till the wilderness, reviving, 

Blossoms as the rose again ! 



W. A. MUHLENBERG. 



4: Q J " These- little ones: 

Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding 

With the shepherd's kindest care, 
All the feeble gently leading, 

While the lambs thy bosom share; 
Now, these little ones receiving, 

Fold them in thy gracious arm; 
There, we know, thy word believing, 

Only there, secure from harm. 

2 Never, from thy pasture roving, 

Let them be the lion's prey; 
Let thy tenderness, so loving, 

Keep them all life's dangerous way: 
Then, within thy fold eternal, 

Let them find a resting-place, 
Feed in pastures ever vernal, 

Drink the rivers of thy grace. 



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O God of Bethel, by whose hand 

Thy people still are fed ; 
Who through this weary pilgrimage 

Hast all our fathers led I 

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present 
Before thy throne of grace; 

God of our fathers ! be the God 
Of their succeeding race. 

3 Through each perplexing path of life 
Our wandering footsteps guide; 

Give us, each day, our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around 
Till all our wanderings cease, 

And at our Father's loved abode, 
Our souls arrive in peace. 



SILOAM. CM. 




5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 

Our humble prayers implore ; 
And thou shalt be our chosen God, 

Our portion evermore. 

^tO L Christ receiving children. P. DODDRIDGE. 

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands, 

With all engaging charms 1 
Hark ! how he calls the tender lambs, 

And folds them in his arms ! 

2 "Permit them to approach," he cries, 
"Nor scorn their humble name; 

For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
The Lord of angels came." 

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, 
And yield them up to thee; 

Joyful that we ourselves are thine, — 
Thine let our offspring be. 

I. B. WOODBURY. 



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4:0(W A Christian Child. R. HEBER. 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 

How fair the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 

Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod; 

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
The lily must decay; 

The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly' fade away. 



4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 
Of man's maturer age 

May shake the soul with sorrow's power 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 thou, whose infant feet were found 
Within thy Father's shrine, 

Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned^ 
Were all alike divine ! 

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, 
We seek thy grace alone 

In childhood, manhood, age and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 



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Not to the terrors of the Lord, 

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Not to the thunder of that word 

Which God on Sinai spoke; — 
But we are come to Zion's hill, 

The city of our God; 
Where milder words declare his will, 

And speak his love abroad. 

2 Behold the innumerable host 
Of angels clothed in light ; 

Behold, the spirits of the just, 
Whose faith is turned to sight! 

Behold, the blest assembly there, 
Whose names are writ in heaven! 

And God, the Judge of all, declare 
Their vilest sins forgiven. 

3 The saints on earth, and all the dead, 
But one communion make; 

All join in Christ, their living Head, 

And of his grace partake 
In such society as this 

My weary soul would rest; 
The man that dwells where Jesus is?, 

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iOO " One Family." c. WESLEY 

Let saints below in concert sing 

With those to glory gone; 
For all the servants of our King 

In earth and heaven are one. 
One family — we dwell in him — 

One church above, beneath, 
Though now divided by the stream, 

The narrow stream of death; — 

2 One army of the living God, 
To his command we bow; 

Part of the host have crossed the flood, 

And part are crossing now. 
Ev'n now to their eternal home 

Some happy spirits fly; 
And we are to the margin come, 

And soon expect to die. 

3 Ev'n now, by faith, we join our hands 
With those that went before, 

And greet the ransomed, blessed bands 

Upon the eternal shore. 
Lord Jesus! be our constant guide: 

And, when the word is given, 
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, 

And land us safe in heaven. 



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Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross 
Where my Redeemer loved and died ! 

Her noblest life my spirit draws 

From his dear wounds, and bleeding side, 

2 I would for ever speak his name 
In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 

With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
And worship at his Father's throne. 

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Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 
Purchased and saved by blood divine, 

HAPPY DAY. L. M. 



With full consent thine I would be, 
And own thy sovereign right in me. 

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
Among the children of thy grace; 

A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by ImmanuePs blood. 

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die T 
Be thine through all eternity; * 

The vow is past beyond repeal; 
And now I set the solemn seal. 

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood 
That bought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee, my new Master now I call, 

And consecrate to thee my all. 



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Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
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Cho. — Happy day, happy day, 

When Jesus washed my sins away ! 
He taught me how to watch and pray, 
And live rejoicing every day: 



Happy day, happy day, 

When Jesus washed my sins away I 

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows 
To him who merits all my love 1 

Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 

While to that sacred shrine I move. — Cho. 

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done: 
I am my Lord's, and he is mine: 

He drew me, and I followed on, 

Charmed to confess the voice divine — Cho. 



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Tune my heart to sing thy grace; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise; 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

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Hither by thy help I'm come; 

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Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed his precious blood. 

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor 
Daily I'm constrained to be ! 

Let thy goodness, like a fetter, 
Bind my wandering heart to thee; 

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; 
Prone to leave the God I love; 

Here's my heart; oh, take and seal it; 
Seal it for thy courts above. 



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Until he come. 

2 His body broken in our stead 
Is here, in this memorial bread; 
And so our feeble love is fed, 

Until he come. 

3 His fearful drops of agony, 
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Until he come. 

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Until the ancient graves be stirred, 
And with the great commanding word, 

The Lord shall come. 

6 Oh, blessdd hope ! with this elate, 
Let not our hearts be desolate, 
But, strong in faith, ifi patience wait, 

Until he come 1 



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While in sweet communion feeding 
On this earthly bread and wine, 

Saviour, may we see thee bleeding 
On the cross, to make us thine. 

2 Though unseen, now be thou near us, 
With the still small voice of love; 

Whispering words of peace to cheer us — 
Every doubt and fear remove. 

3 Bring before us all the story, 
Of thy life, and death of woe ; 

And, with hopes of endless glory, 
Wean our hearts from all below. 



"•*■ " His banner." r. par: 

Jesus spreads his banner o'er us, 

Cheers our famished souls with food-, 

He' the banquet spreads before us, 
Of his mystic flesh and blood. 

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May we taste it, kindly given 
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In thy sufferings on the tree; 

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Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult 
Of our life's wild, restless sea; 

Day by day his sweet voice soundeth, 
Saying, Christian, follow me ! 

2 Jesus calls us — from the worship 
Of the vain world's golden store; 

From each idol that would keep us, — 
Saying, Christian, love me more ! 

3 In our joys and in our sorrows, 
Days of toil and hours of ease, 

Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, — 
Christian, love me more than these I 

4 Jesus calls us ! by thy mercies, 
Saviour, may we hear thy call; 

Give our hearts to thy obedience, 
Serve and love thee best of all ! 



atO "Take my heart." a 

Take my heart, Father ! take it; 

Make and keep it all thine own; 
Let thy Spirit melt and break it — 

This proud heart of sin and stone. 

2 Father, make me pure and lowly, 
Fond of peace and far from strife; 

Turning from the paths unholy 
Of this vain and sinful life. 

3 Ever let thy grace surround me, 
Strengthen me with power divine, 

Till thy cords of love have bound me: 
Make me to be wholly thine. 

4 May the blood of Jesus heal me, 
And my sins be all forgiven; 

Holy Spirit, take and seal me, 
Guide me in the path to heaven. 



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Low before his cross to lie, 
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3 Love and grief our hearts dividing, 
With our tears his feet we bathe; 

Constant still, in faith abiding, 
Life deriving from his death. 

4 For thy sorrows we adore thee, 

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Gracious Saviour ! we implore thee 
In our souls thy love increase. 

5 Here we feel our sins forgiven, 
While upon the Lamb we gaze; 

And our thoughts are all of heaven, 
And our lips o'erflow with praise. 

6 Still in ceaseless contemplation, 
Fix our hearts and eyes on thee, 

Till we taste thy full salvation, 
And, unvailed, thy glories see. 

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From the table now retiring, 

Which for us the Lord hath spread, 

May our souls refreshment finding, 
Grow in all things like our Head ! 



2 His example while beholding, 
May our lives his image bear; 

Him our Lord and Master calling, 
His commands may we revere. 

3 Love to God and man displaying, 
Walking steadfast in his way, 

Joy attend us in believing, 

Peace from God, through endless day, 

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Praise and honor to the Son, 

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Ever Three and ever One, 



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Save me, Lord 1 and make me pure. 

2 Should my tears for ever flow, 
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Thou must save and thou alone: 
In my hand no price 1 bring; 
Simply to thy cross I cling. 

3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When mine eye-lids close in death, 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 
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Rock of ages, cleft for me 1 

Let me hide myself in thee. 

"i'l 4 « Manifest thyself" R. mant. 

Son of God ! to thee I cry: 
By the holy mystery 
Of thy dwelling here on earth, 
By thy pure and holy birth, 
Lord, thy presence let me see, 
Manifest thyself to me. 

2 Lamb of God ! to thee I cry: 
By thy bitter agony, 
By thy pangs to us unknown, 
By thy spirit's parting groan, 
Lord, thy presence let me see, 
Manifest thyself to me. 



3 Prince of Life ! to thee I cry: 
By thy glorious majesty, 

By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
Meek to suffer, strong to save, 
Lord, thy presence let me see, 
Manifest thyself to me. 

4 Lord of glory, God most high, 
Man exalted to the sky ! 

With thy love my bosom fill, 
Prompt me to perform thy will; 
Then thy glory I shall see, 
Thou wilt brimr me home to thee. 



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448 "'Till he come. 

"Till He come:" oh, let the words 
Linger on the trembling chords; 
Let the little while between 
In their golden light be seen; 
Let us think how heaven and home 
Lie beyond that — "Till he come." 

2 When the weary ones we love 
Enter on their rest above, 
Seems the earth so poor and vast, 
All our life joy overcast? 

Hush, be every murmur dumb; 
It is only — "Till he come." 

3 See, the feast of love is spread, 
Drink the wine, and break the bread; 
Sweet memorials, — till the Lord 
Call us round his heavenly board; 
Some from earth, from glory some, 
Severed only — "Till he come." 



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From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's suuny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand, — 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; 

Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile; 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strown; 
The heathen, in his blindness, 

Bows down to wood and stone 1 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 
With wisdom from on high, — 

Shall we, to men benighted, 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation, oh, salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learned Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
And you, ye waters, roll, 

Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole ; 



Till o'er our ransomed nature 
The Lamb for sinners slain, 

Redeemer, King, Creator, 
In bliss returns to reign ! 



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450 The day of Jubilee. 

How beauteous on the mountains, 

The feet of him that brings, 
Like streams from living fountains, 

Good tidings of good things; 
That publisheth salvation, 

And jubilee release, 
To every tribe and nation, 

God's reign of joy and peace! 

2 Lift up thy voice, watchman I 
And shout, from Zion's towers. 

Thy hallelujah chorus, — 

"The victory is ours !" 
The Lord shall build up Zion 

In glory and renown, 
And Jesus, Judah's lion, 

Shall wear his rightful crown. 

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness; 
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Let songs, instead of sadness, 

Thy jubilee proclaim; 
The Lord, in strength victorious, 

Upon thy foes hath trod; 
Behold, earth ! the glorious 

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Hail to the Lord's anointed, 

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Hail, in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He comes, with succor speedy, 
To those who suffer wrong; 

To help the poor and needy, 
And bid the weak be strong; 

To give them songs for sighing, 
Their darkness turn to light, 

"Whose souls, condemned and dying, 
Were precious in his sight. 

3 He shall come down like showers 
Upon the fruitful earth, 

And love, and joy, like flowers, 
Spring in his path to birth: 

Before him, on the mountains, 
Shall peace the herald go, 

And righteousness in fountains 
From hill to valley flow. 

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Ships from the isles shall meet, 

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5 Kings shall fall down before him, 
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All nations shall adore him ; 
His praise all people sing; 

For he shall have dominion 
O'er river, sea, and shore, 

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Or dove's light wing can soar. 



6 For him shall prayer unceasing 

And daily vows ascend; 
His kingdom still increasing, 

A kingdom without end. 
The heavenly dew shall nourish 

A seed in weakness sown, 
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish, 

And shake like Lebanon. 

1 O'er every foe victorious, 

He on his throne shall rest; 
From age to age more glorious, 

All-blessing and all-blessed. 
The tide of tune shall never 

His covenant remove; 
His name shall stand for ever; 

His great, best name of Love! 



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The sons of earth are waking 

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Brings tidings from afar, 
Of nations in commotion, 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 See heathen nations bending 
Before the God we love, 

And thousand hearts ascending 
In gratitude above; 



While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel call obey, 
And seek the Saviour's blessing — 

A nation in a day. 

3 Blest river of salvation ! 

Pursue thine onward way; 
Flow thou to every nation, 

Nor in thy richness stay: 
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Hail to the millions from bondage returning ; 

Gentile and Jew the blest vision behold. 



3 Lo! in the desert rich flowers are springing, 
Streams ever copious are gliding along; 

Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are 
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Saviour, visit thy plantation ! 

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain: 
All will come to desolation, 

Unless thou return again. 

2 Keep no longer at a distance, 
Shine upon us from on high, 

Lest, for want of thine assistance, 
Every plant should droop and die. 

3 Once, Lord, thy garden flourished; 
Every part looked gay and green; 

Then thy word our spirits nourished: 
Happy seasons Ave have seen. 

4 But a drought has since succeeded, 
And a sad decline we see: 

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Help can only come from thee. 

5 Let our mutual love be fervent: 
Make us prevalent in prayer; 

Let each one esteemed thy servant 
Shun the world's bewitching snare. 

6 Break the tempter's fatal power, 
Turn the stony heart to flesh, 

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Hark 1 the sound of angel-voices, 
Over Bethlehem's star-lit plain; 

Hark ! the heavenly host rejoices, 
Jesus comes on earth to reign. 



2 See celestial radiance beaming, 
Lighting up the midnight sky; 

'Tis the promised day-star gleaming, 
'Tis the day-spring from on high. 

3 Westward, all along the ages, 
Trace its pathway clear and bright; 

Star of hope to Eastern sages, 
Radiant now with gospel light. 

4 Angels from the realms of glory, 
Peace on earth delight to sing; 

Christian, tell the wondrous story, 
Go proclaim the Saviour King ! 



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Where the woodman's axe is ringing, 
Where the hunter roams alone, 

Where the prairie-flowers are springing, 
Make the great Redeemer known. 

2 While, from California's mountains, 
Pure and sweet the anthem swells; 

Oregon's dark wilds and fountains 
Hail the sound of Sabbath-bells. 

3 Like an arme'd host with banners, 
Terrible in war array, 

Zion comes with glad hosannas, 
To prepare her Monarch's way. 

4 Unto him all power is given, 

All the world his sway shall own, 
And on earth, as now in heaven, 
Shall his will be done alone. 



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Cheered by no celestial ray, 

Sun of righteousness ! arising, 

Bring the bright, the glorious day; 

Send the gospel 
To the earth's remotest bound. 



2 Has thy night been long and mournful 
Have thy friends unfaithful proved ? 

Have thy foes been proud and scornful ? 
By thy sighs and tears unmoved? 

Cease thy mourning; 
Zion still is "well beloved. 



2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,— 
Grant them, Lord ! the glorious light: 

And, from eastern coast to western, 
May the morning chase the night; 

And redemption, 
Freely purchased, win the day. 



3 God, thy God, will now restore thee; 3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel! 



He himself appears thy Friend; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee; 
Here their boasts and triumphs end: 

Great deliverance 
Zion's King will surely send. 



Win and conquer, never cease; 
May thy lasting, wide dominions 
Multiply and still increase; 

Sway thy sceptre, 
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God is the refuge of his saints, 

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Behold him present with his aid. 

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 
Down to the deep, and buried there, 

Convulsions shake the solid world— 
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar — 
In sacred peace our souls abide; 

While every nation, every shore, 

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 

4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow 
Supplies the city of our God; 

Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, 
And watering our divine abode. 



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Secure against a threatening hour; 

Nor can her firm foundation move, 

Built on his truth, and armed with power. 

aO" Psalm 72. 1. watts. 

Great God ! whose universal sway 
The known and unknown worlds obey; 
Now give the kingdom to thy Son ; 
Extend his power, exalt his throne. 

2 As rain on meadows newly mown, 
So shall he send his influence down; 
His grace, on fainting souls, distills 
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills. 

3 The heathen lands, that lie beneath 
The shades of overspreading death, 
Revive at his first dawning light, 
And deserts blossom at the sight. 



5 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 4 The saints shall flourish in his days, 

Our grief allays, our fear controls; Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; 

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Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 
From dust, and darkness, and the dead; 
Though humbled long, awake at length, 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thy various charms be known: 
The world thy glories shall confess, 
Decked in the robes of righteousness. 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; 
His hand thy ruins shall repair; 
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 

"xUrfW Ancient Israel j. joyce. 

Why on the bending willows hung, 
Israel ! still sleeps thy tuneful string ?- 

Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, 
And Zion's song denies to sing ? 

2 Awake ! thy sweetest raptures raise ; 
Let harp and voice unite their strains: 

Thy promised King his sceptre sways: 
Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns ! 

3 No taunting foes the song require; 
No strangers mock thy captive chain; 

But friends provoke the silent lyre, 
And brethren ask the holy strain. 
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4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong, 
If other lands thy triumphs share: 

A heavenly city claims thy song; 
A brighter Salem rises there. 

5 By foreign streams no longer roam ; 
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood: 

In every clime behold a home, 
In every temple see thy God. 

*"<• Home Missions. w. c. bryant. 

Look from thy sphere of endless day, 
God of mercy and of might ! 

In pity look on those who stray, 
Benighted in this land of light. 

2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, 

In crowded mart, by stream or sea, 
How many of the sons of men 

Hear not the message sent from thee 1 

3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call 
The thoughtless young, the hardened old, 

A scattered, homeless flock, till all 
Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. 

4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, 
Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart, 

To awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
And bind and heal the broken heart. 

5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, 
That makes us sadden as we gaze, 

Shall grow with living waters green, 
And lift to heaven the voice of praise 



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2 The world's Desire and Hope, 
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Now set the last great empire up, 
Eternal Lord of heaven ! 

3 A gracious Saviour, thou 
Wilt all thy creatures bless; 

And every knee to thee shall bow, 
And every tongue confess. 

4 According to thy word, 
Now be thy grace revealed; 

And with the knowledge of the Lord, 
Let all the earth be filled. 



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Come, kingdom of our God, 
Sweet reign of light and love ! 

Shed peace and hope and joy abroad, 
And wisdom from above. 

2 Over our spirits first 
Extend thy healing reign; 

There raise and quench the sacred thirst, 
That never pains again. 

3 Come, kingdom of our God I 
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4 Soon may all tribes be blest 
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Bring the long-looked-for day; 

Oh, why these years of waiting here, 
These ages of delay ? 

2 Come, for thy saints still wait; 
Daily ascends their sigh; 

The Spirit and the Bride say, Come ! 
Dost thou not hear the cry ? 

3 Come, for creation groans, 
Impatient of thy stay, 

Worn out with these long years of ill, 
These ages of delay. 

4 Come, and make all things new, 
Build up this ruined earth, 

Restore our faded paradise, — 
Creation's second birth. 

5 Come, and begin thy reign 
Of everlasting peace ; 

Come, take the kingdom to thyself, 
Great King of Righteousness ! 

467 

Declension. — g. w. bkthunk. 

Oh, for the happy hour 

When God will hear our cry, 

And send, with a reviving power, 
H|s Spirit from on high. 

2 We meet, we sing, we pray, 

We listen to the word, 
In vain; — we see ncT cheering ray, 

No cheering voice is heard. 



3 While many crowd thy house, 
How few, around thy board, 

Meet to recount their solemn vows, 
And bless thee as their Lord I 

4 Thou, thou alone canst give 
Thy gospel sure success ; 

Canst bid the dying sinner live 
Anew in holiness. 

5 Come, then, with power divine, 
Spirit of life and love ! 

Then shall this people all be thine, 
This church like that above, 

*:"0 "Revive thy work." p. h. brown, alt, 

Lord, thy work revive, 

In Zion's gloomy hour, 
And make her dying graces live 

By thy restoring power. 

2 Awake thy chosen few 
To fervent earnest prayer; 

Again may they their vows renew, 
Thy blessed presence share. 

3 Thy Spirit then will speak 
Through lips of feeble clay, 

And hearts of adamant will break, 
And rebels will obey. 

4 Lord, lend thy gracious ear; 
Oh, listen to our cry; 

Oh, come and bring salvation here.: 
Our hopes on thee rely. 



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4-71 

jC • -» Christ 's coming. w. H. bathurst. 

Jesus ! thy church, with longing eyes, 
For thine expected coming waits; 

When will the promised light arise, 
And glory beam from Zion's gates ? 



2 Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be 2 Ev'n now, when tempests round us fall, 
Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky, 

And, over land and stream and main, Thy words with pleasure we recall, 

Wave thou the sceptre of thy reign ! And deem that our redemption's nigh 



3 Oh, let that glorious anthem swell, 
Let host to host the triumph tell, 
That not one rebel heart remains, 
But over all the Saviour reigns ! 

T 4 \f Missionary Convocation, w. b. collyer. 

Assembled at thy great command, 
Before thy face, dread King, we stand; 
The voice that marshaled every star, 
Has called thy people from afar. 

2 We meet, through distant lands to spread 
The truth for which the martyrs bled: 
Along the line, to either pole, 

The thunder of thy praise to roll. 

3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise, 
Our hopes revive, our courage raise; 
Our counsels aid, to each impart 

The single eye, the faithful heart. 

4 Forth with thy chosen heralds come, 
Recall the wandering spirits home; 
From Zion's mount send forth the sound, 
To spread the spacious earth around. 



3 Oh, come and reign o'er every land; 
Let Satan from his throne be hurled; 

All nations bow to thy command, 
And grace revive a dying world. 

4 Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, 
To wait for the appointed hour; 

And fit us, by thy grace, to share 

The triumphs of thy conquering power. 

4: i & "Ascend thy throne." b. beddomr 

Ascend thy throne, almighty King, 
And spread thy glories all abroad; 

Let thine own arm salvation bring, 
And be thou known the gracious God 

2 Let millions bow before thy seat, 
Let humble mourners seek thy face, 

Bring daring rebels to thy feet, 
Subdued by thy victorious grace. 

3 Oh, let the kingdoms of the world 
Become the kingdoms of the Lord ! 

Let saints and angels praise thy name. 
Be thou through heaven and earth adored. 



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Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run; 
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless praises crown his head; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning-sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love, with sweetest song; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen ! 



MRS. VOKE. 



T 4 i Conversion of the World. 

Sovereign of worlds I display thy power; 
Be this thy Zion's favored hour; 
Bid the bright morning Star arise, 
And point the nations to the skies. 

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,- — 
On Afric's shore, on India's plains, 

On wilds and continents unknown, — 
And make the nations all thine own. 

3 Speak! and the world shall hear thy voice; 
Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice; 
Scatter the gloom of heathen night, 

And bid all nations hail the light. 

%0Cf "Sun of Righteousness." p. doddridge, alt. 

Sun of righteousness, arise, 

With gentle beams on Zion shine; 

Dispel the darkness from our eyes, 
And souls awake to life divine. 

2 On all around, let grace descend, 
Like heavenly dew, or copious showers: 

That we may call our God our friend; 
That we may hail salvation ours. 



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1 would not live alway: I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er 

the way; 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here 
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for 

its cheer. 

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin- 
Temptation without and corruption withiu: 
Ev'n the rapture of pardon is mingled with 

fears, 
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 
tears. 

3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the 

tomb; 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 

gloom ; 
There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise 
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his 

God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 

bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony 

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Their Saviour and brethren transported to 

greet; 
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly 

roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of 

the soul. 



*- • 9 (See also Scotland, />. 88) R. heber. 

Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will 

not deplore thee, 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass 

the tomb; 
The Saviour hath passed through its portals 

before thee, 
And the lamp of his love is thy guide 

through the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no 

longer behold thee, 
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by 

thy side; 
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to 

enfold thee, 
And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath 

died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and, its 

mansion forsaking, 
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered 

long; 
But the sunshine of glory beamed bright 

on thy waking, 
And the sound thou didst hear was the 

seraphim's song. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we 

will not deplore thee, 

Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, 
and guide: 

He gave thee, he took thee, and he will re- 
store thee, 

And death has no sting, since the Saviour 
hath died. 



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AlO The better portion. R. seagrave. 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 

Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things 

Toward heaven, thy native place : 
Sun and moon and stars decay ; 

Time shall soon this earth remove; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 
Nor stay in all their course; 

Fire ascending seeks the sun; 

Both speed them to their source: 
So a soul that's born of God, 

Pants to view his glorious face; 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 
Press onward to the prize; 

Soon our Saviour will return 
Triumphant in the skies: 



Yet a season, — and you know 
Happy entrance will be given, 

All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 

479 

"Our earthly house." j. burton 

Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home: 
Life is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb; 
Youth and vigor soon will flee, 

Blooming beauty lose its charms; 
All that's mortal soon shall be 

Enclosed in death's cold arms. 

2 Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home; 
Life is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb; 
But the Christian shall enjoy 

Health and beauty, soon, above, 
Far beyond the world's annoy, 

Secure in Jesus' love. 

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ZEPHYR. L. M. 



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Why should we start, and fear to die ? 

What timorous worms we mortals are I 
Death is the gate of endless joy, 

And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife 
Fright our approaching souls away ; 

We still shrink back again to life, 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 



3 Oh, if my Lord would come and meet, 
My soul should stretch her wings in haste, 

Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 

4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
Feel soft as downy pillows are, 

While on his breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there ! 



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How mildly beam the closing eyes ! 

How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer-cloud away; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, — 

A calm which life nor death destroys; 
And naught disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 



4 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies; 

While heaven and earth combine to say, — 
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Through every age, eternal God ! 
Thou art our Rest, our safe Abode; 
High was thy throne, ere heaven was made, 
Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 

2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, 
Or dust was fashioned into man ; 

And long thy kingdom shall endure, 
When earth and time shall be no more. 

3 Death, like an overflowing stream, 
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; 
An empty tale; a morning flower, 
Cut down, and withered in an hour. 

4 Teach us, Lord, how frail is man; 
And kindly lengthen out our span, 
Till thine own grace, so rich, so free, 
Fit us to die and dwell with thee. 



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Asleep in Jesus 1 blessdd sleep ! 
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A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 
2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet ! 
With holy confidence to sing 
That death hath lost its venomed sting ! 



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No fear — no woe, shall dim the hour 
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4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me 
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Securely shall my ashes lie, 

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So fades the lovely, blooming flower, — ■ 
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So soon our transient comforts fly, 
And pleasure only blooms to die. 
2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, 
To heal the anguish of the heart? 
Spirit of grace ! be ever nigh, 
Thy comforts are not made to die. 



3 Thy powerful aid supports the soul, 
And nature owns thy kind control; 
While we peruse the sacred page, 
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage. 

4 Then gentle patience smiles on pain, 
And dying hope revives again; 

Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, 
And faith points upward to the sky. 



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2 Here, in the body pent, 
Absent from thee I roam: 

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
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Home of my soul ! how near, 

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5 So, when my latest breath 
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By death I shall escape from death, 
And life eternal gain. 

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How shall I love that word, 

And oft repeat before the throne, 
"For ever with the Lord !" 



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Oh, for the death of those 
Who slumber in the Lord ! 

Oh, be like theirs my last repose 
Like theirs my last reward ! 



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2 Their bodies in the ground, 
In silent hope may lie, 

Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 
Shall call them to the sky. 

3 Their ransomed spirits soar 
On wings of faith and love, 

To meet the Saviour they adore, 
And reign with him above. 

4 With us their names shall live 
Through long succeeding years, 

Embalmed with all our hearts can give. 
Our praises and our tears. 

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A few more years shall roll, 
A few more seasons come; 

And we shall be with those that rest, 
Asleep within the tomb; — 

2 A few more storms shall beat 
On this wild rocky shore; 

And we shall be where tempests cease, 
And surges swell no more: — 

3 A few more struggles here, 
A few more partings o'er, 

A few more toils, a few more tears, 
And we shall weep no more. 

4 Then, O my Lord, prepare 
My soul for that glad day; 

Oh, wash me in thy precious blood ; 
And take my sins away ! 



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Nearer my home, to-day, am I 
Than e'er I've been before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 
Where many mansions be; 

Nearer to-day the great white throne, 
Nearer the crystal sea. 

3 Nearer the bound of life, 
Where burdens are laid down; 

Nearer to leave the heavy cross; 
Nearer to gain the crown. 



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Winding down through the night, 

There rolls the deep and unknown stream 
That leads at last to light. 

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Are slipping on the brink, 

And I, to-day, am nearer home, — 
Nearer than now I think. 

6 Father, perfect my trust I 
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To cheer my dying hours; 
To triumph o'er approaching death, 

And all his frightful powers I 

2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 
My quivering lip should sing, — 

"Where is thy boasted victory, grave; 
And where, death, thy sting?" 

3 Now to the God of victory 
Immortal thanks be paid; — 

Who makes us conquerors, while we die, 
Through Christ, our living Head ! 

490 

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Through sorrow's night, and danger's path, 

Amid the deepening gloom, 
We, followers of our suffering Lord, 

Are marching to the tomb. 

2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 
And all our powers decay, 

Our cold remains, in solitude, 
Shall sleep the years away. 

3 Our labors done, securely laid 
In this our last retreat, 

Unheeded o'er our silent dust 
The storms of earth shall beat. 

4 Yet not thus buried or extinct, 
The vital spark shall lie: 

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 
To seek its kindred sky. 



5 These ashes, too, this little dust, 
Our Father's care shall keep, 

Till the last angel rise and break 
The long and dreary sleep. 

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 
Shall shed its mildest rays, 

And the long silent voice awake 
With shouts of endless praise. 

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When downward to the darksome tomb 

I thoughtful turn my eyes, 
Frail nature trembles at the gloom, 

And anxious fears arise. 

2 Why shrinks my soul ? — in death's embrace 
Once Jesus captive slept: 

And angels, hovering o'er the place, 
His lowly pillow kept. 

3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust, 
And, as the Saviour rose, 

The grave again shall yield her trust, 
And end my deep repose. 

4 My Lord, before to glory gone, 
Shall bid me come away; 

And calm and bright shall break the dawn 
Of heaven's eternal day, 

5 Then let my faith each fear dispel, 
And gild with light the grave; 

To him my loftiest praises swell, 
Who died, from death to save. 



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To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward, too, 
As fast as time can move ? 

Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our love.. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 
Their bodies to the tomb ? 

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
And scattered all the gloom. 



4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, 
And softened every bed; 

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But with the dying Head? 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 
And showed our feet the way; 

Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly 
At the great rising-day. 

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And bid our kindred rise; 

Awake! ye nations under ground; 
Ye saints! ascend the skies. 



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How slender all the fondest ties 

That bind us to a world like this ! 

2 The evening-cloud, the morning dew, 
The withering grass, the fading flower, 

Of earthly hopes are emblems true, — 
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3 But, though earth's fairest blossoms die, 
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Beyond the reach of care and pain. 

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What sinners value I resign; 

Lord ! 'tis enough that thou art mine; 

1 shall behold thy blissful face, 
And stand complete in righteousness. 

2 This life's a dream — an empty show; 
But the bright world, to which I go, 
Hath joys substantial and sincere; 
When shall I wake, and find me there ? 

3 Oh, glorious hour ! oh, blest abode 1 
I shall be near, and like my God; 
And flesh and sin no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
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Or climbing the mountain way steep, 
Or walking the shadowy vale. 

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Shall I among them stand? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand? 

2 I love to meet thy people now, 
Before thy feet with them to bow, 

Though vilest of them all; 
But, can I bear the piercing thought, 
What if my name should be left out, 

When thou for them shalt call? 



3 Lord, prevent it by thy grace ; 
Be thou my only hiding-place, 

In this the accepted day; 
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear, 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

4 Among thy saints let me be found, 
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, 

To see thy smiling face; 
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

With shouts of sovereign grace 



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3 Jesus, I throw my arms around, 
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4 Oh, tell me that my worthless name 
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Great God, what do I see and hear ! 

The end of things created ! 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated: 
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore 
The dead which they contained before ; 

Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, 
At the last trumpet's sounding — 

Caught up to meet him in the skies, 
With joy their Lord surrounding; 

No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 

His presence sheds eternal day 
On those prepared to meet him. 

3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, 
Behold his wrath prevailing; 

For they shall rise, and find their tears 

And sighs are unavailing: 
The day of grace is past and gone ; 
Trembling they stand before the throne, 

All unprepared to meet him. 

4 Great God ! what do I see and hear ! 
The end of things created ! 

The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated: 
Beneath his cross I view the day 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 

And thus prepare to meet him. 
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When my last hour is close at hand, 

My last sad journey taken, 
Do thou, Lord Jesus ! by me stand; 

Let me not be forsaken: 
O Lord ! my spirit I resign 
Into thy loving hands divine; 

'Tis safe within thy keeping. 

2 Countless as sands upon the shore, 
My sins may then appall me; 

Yet, though my conscience vex me sore, 

Despair shall not enthrall me; 
For as I draw my latest breath, 
I'll think, Lord Christ ! upon thy death, 
And there find consolation. 

3 I shall not in the grave remain, 
Since thou death's bonds hast severed: 

By hope with thee to rise again, 
From fear of death delivered, 
I'll come to thee, where'er thou art, — 
Live with thee, from thee never part; 
Therefore I die in rapture. 

4 And so to Jesus Christ I'll go, 
My longing arms extending; 

So fall asleep, in slumber deep, 

Slumber that knows no ending; 
Till Jesus Christ, God's only Son, 
Opens the gates of bliss, leads on 
To heaven, to life eternal. 



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THE REST OF HEAVEN. 



VIGIL. &.M. ( 



ST. ALBAN S TUNE BOOK. 




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1 have a home above, 

From sin and sorrow free; 
A mansion which eternal love 
Designed aud formed for me. 

2 My Father's gracious hand 
Has built this sweet abode; 

From everlasting it was planned — 
My dwelling-place with God. 
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3 My Saviour's precious blood 
Has made my title sure; 

He passed thro' death's dark raging flood 
To make my rest secure. 

4 The Comforter has come, 
The earnest has been given; 

He leads me onward to the home 
Reserved for me in heaven. 

LOWELL MASON. 



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And is there, Lord, a rest 

For weary souls designed, 
Where not a care shall stir the breast, 

Or sorrow entrance find? 
2 Is there a blissful home, 

Where kindred miuds shall meet, 
And live, and love, nor ever roam 

From that serene retreat? 
VAKINA. C. M. D. 



3 For ever blessed they, 
Whose joyful feet shall stand, 

While endless ages waste away, 
Amid that glorious land ! 

4 My soul would thither tend, 
While toilsome years are given; 

Then let me, gracious God, ascend 
To sweet repose in heaven ! 

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Infinite day excludes the night, 

And pleasures banish pain. 
There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-withering flowers; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 

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2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 
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To cross this narrow sea; 

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And fear to launch away. 

3 Oh, could we make our doubts remove, 
These gloomy doubts that rise, 

And see the Canaan that we love 

With unbeclouded eyes: — 
Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, 
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 

Should fright us from the shore. 



OU"! "Holdfast." C.F.ALEXANDER. 

The roseate hues of early dawn, 

The brightness of the day, 
The crimson of the sunset sky, 

How fast they fade away ! 
Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven I 

Oh, for the golden floor ! 
Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness, 

That setteth nevermore ! 

2 The highest hopes we cherish here, 
How soon they tire and faint ! 

How many a spot defiles the robe 
That wraps an earthly saint ! 

Oh, for a heart that never sins I 
Oh, for a soul washed white ! 

Oh, for a voice to praise our King, 
Nor weary day or night ! 

3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, 
And grace to lead us higher ; 

But there are perfectness and peace, 

Beyond our best desire. 
Oh, by thy love and anguish, Lord, 

And by thy life laid down, 
Grant that we fall not from thy grace. 

Nor fail to reach our crown 1 



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Thy joys when shall I see ? 

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O sweet and pleasant soil ! 

In thee no sorrow can be found, 
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 

3 No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee, 
Nor gloom, nor darksome night; 

But every soul shines as the sun, 
For God himself gives light. 

4 Thy walls are made of precious stone, 
Thy bulwarks diamond-square, 

Thy gates are all of orient pearl — 
God ! if I were there ! 

SHINING SHOKE, P. M. 



OUO Faith and the Future, w. h. bathurst. 

Oh, for a faith that will not shrink 

Though pressed by every foe, 
That will not tremble on the brink 

Of any earthly woe ! — 

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Beneath the chastening rod, 

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Will lean upon its God; — 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 
When tempests rage without; 

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In darkness, feels no doubt; — 

4 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 
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Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 

In joy, and peace, in thee ! 
Oh, when, thou city of my God, 

Shall I thy courts ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 

And Sabbaths have no end ? 

2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know: 
Blest seats ! thro' rude and stormy scenes, 

I onward press to -you. 



Why should I shrink at pain and woe ! 

Or feel, at death, dismay ? 
I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 

And realms of endless day. 

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, 

Around my Saviour stand; 
And soon my friends in Christ below, 

Will join the glorious band. 
Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 

My soul still pants for thee; 
Then shall my labors have an end, 

When I thy joys shall see. 



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My days are gliding swiftly by, 

And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly, 
Those hours of toil and danger. 

For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand, 

Our friends are passing over; 
And just before, the Shining Shore 
We may almost discover ! 

2 We '11 gird our loins, my brethren dear, 
Our heavenly home discerning; 

Our absent Lord has left us word, 
Let every lamp be burning, — Ref. 



3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 
We need not cease our singing; 

That perfect rest naught can molest, 
Where golden harps are ringing. — Ref. 

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 
Each cord on earth to sever; 

Our King says, Come, and there 's our home 
For ever, oh, for ever ! 

For, oh, we stand on Jordan's strand. 

Our friends are passing over; 
And just before, the Shining Shore 
We may almost discover I 



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NAUMAOTI. CM. 



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'Tis found above — in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls, 

By sin and sorrow driven, — 
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Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, 
And all is drear — but heaven. 



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4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
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Hope restore and faith increase; 
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Come, thou blessed Prince of peace ! 
2 Earth can now but tell the story 

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This innumerable throng 
Round the altar, night and day 

Hymning one triumphant song? — 
"Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, 

Blessing, honor, glory, power, 
Wisdom, riches, to obtain, 

New dominion every hour." 
2 These through fiery trials trod; 

These from great afflictions came: 
Now, before the throne of God, 

Sealed with his almighty name, 



Clad in raiment pure and white, 
Yictor-palms in every hand, 

Through their dear Redeemer's might, 
More than conquerors they stand. 

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed; 
Them the Lamb, amid the throne, 

Shall to living fountains lead : 
Joy and gladness banish sighs — 

Perfect love dispel all fears — 
And for ever from their eyes 

God shall wipe away the tears 




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I'm a pilgrim, etc. 

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My Redeemer, my Redeemer, is its light! 
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing, 
Nor any tears there, nor any dying! 
I 'm a pilgrim, etc. 



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Now let our souls, on wings sublime, 
Rise from the vanities of time, 
Draw back the parting vail, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Born by a new celestial birth, 
Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
Why grasp at transitory toys, 

So near to heaven's eternal joys? 

3 Should aught beguile us on the road, 
When we are walking back to God ? 
For strangers into life we come, 

And dying is but going home. 

4 To dwell with God — to feel his love, 
Is the full heaven enjoyed above; 
And the sweet expectation now 

Is the young dawn of heaven below. 

516 

Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day ! 

Beyond earth's weariness and pains, 
Thou hast a mansion far away, 

Where for thine own a rest remains. 

2 No sun there climbs the morning sky 
There never falls the shade of night;* 

God and the Lamb, for ever nigh, 
O'er all shed everlasting light. 

3 The bow of mercy spans the throne, 
Emblem of love and goodness there; 

While notes to mortals all unknown, 
Float on the calm celestial air. 



4 Around that throne bright legions stand, 
Redeemed by blood from sin and hell; 

And shining forms, an angel band, 
The mighty chorus join to swell. 

5 Jesus, bring us to that rest, 
Where all the ransomed shall be found, 

In thine eternal fullness blest, 

While ages roll their cycles round ! 



Many mansions." 



RAY PALMER. 



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517 

Thy Father's house ! thine own bright home ] 
And thou hast there a place for me ! 

Though yet an exile here I roam, 
That distant home by faith I see. 

2 I see its domes resplendent glow, 
Where beams of God's own glory fall; 

And trees of life immortal grow, 

Whose fruits o'erhang the sapphire wall 

3 I know that thou, who on the tree 
Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear, 

Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee, 
And waitest to receive me there ! 

4 Thy love will there array my soul 
In thine own robe of spotless hue ; 

And I shall gaze, while ages roll, 
On thee, with raptures ever new ! 

5 Oh, welcome day ! when thou my feet 
Shalt bring the shining threshold o'er; 

A Father's warm embrace to meet, 
And dwell at home for evermore ! 



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tf A O " The Lamb's Wife." e. denny. 

Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake ! 

Why sleep for sorrow now ? 
The hope of glory, Christ, is thine, 

A child of glory thou. 
Thy spirit, through the lonely night, 

From earthly joy apart, 
Hath sighed for one that's far away, — 

The Bridegroom of thy heart. 

2 But see ! the night is waning fast, 

The breaking morn is near: 
And Jesus comes, with voice of love, 

Thy drooping heart to cheer. 
Then weep no more; 'tis all thine own, 

His crown, his joy divine; 
And, sweeter far than all beside, 

He, he himself is thine ! 

U1W " Behold, I come quickly." axon. 

Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom come; 

Ye wedding-guests, draw near, 
And slumber not in sin, when he, 

The Son of God, is here ! 
Come, let us haste to meet our Lord, 

And hail him with delight; 
Who saved us by his precious blood, 

And sorrows infinite ! 

2 Beside him all the patriarchs old, 

And holy prophets stand; 
The glorious apostolic choir, 

And noble martvr band. 



As brethren dear they welcome us, 

And lead us to the throne, 
Where angels bow their vailed heads, 

Before the Three in One; — 

3 Where we, with all the saints of God, 

A white-robed multitude, 
Shall praise the ascended Lord, who deigns 

To bear our flesh and blood ! 
Our lot shall be for aye to share 

His reign of peace above: 
And drink, with unexhausted joy, 

The river of his love. 

*Jr*\J " Come, Lord Jesus." e. denny. 

Hope of our hearts, Lord, appear, 

Thou glorious Star of day ! 
Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, 

With all our tears, away. 
No resting-place we seek on earth, 

No loveliness we see; 
Our eye is on the royal crown, 

Prepared for us — and thee ! 

2 But, dearest Lord, however bright, 

That crown of joy above, 
What is it to the brighter hope 

Of dwelling in thy love ? 
What to the joy, the deeper joy, 

TJnmingled, pure, and free, 
Cf union with our living Head, 

Of fellowship with thee? 



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Lo I what a glorious sight appears, 

To our believing eyes ! 
The earth and seas are passed away, 

And the old rolling skies. 

2 From the third heaven where God resides- 
That holy, happy place, — 

The New Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorned with shining grace. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 
And the bright armies sing, — 

"Mortals ! behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending Kins;: — 

4 "The God of glory, down to men. 
Removes his blest abode; 

Men, the dear objects of his grace, 
And he their loving God: — 

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From every weeping eye; 

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, 
And death itself shall die !" 

6 How long, dear Saviour ! oh, how long 
Shall this bright hour delay? 

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time ! 
And bring the welcome day. 

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Behold, the mountain of the Lord 
In latter days shall rise 



On mountain tops, above the hills, 
And draw the wondering eyes. 

2 The beam that shines from Zion's hill 
Shall lighten every land: 

The King who reigns in Salem's towers 
Shall all the world command. 

3 No strife shall vex Messiah's reign, 
Or mar the peaceful years; 

To ploughshares men shall beat then* swords. 
To pruning-hooks their spears. 

""**** "Come, blessed Lord?" e. denny, 

Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart ! 

Star of the coming day ! 
Arise, and with thy morning beams 

Chase all our griefs away. 

2 Come, blessed Lord ! let every shore 
And answering island sing 

The praises of thy royal name , 
And own thee as their King. 

3 Jesus \ thy fair creation groans, — 
The air, the earth, the sea, — 

In unison with all our hearts, 
And calls aloud for thee. 

4 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits 
Of grace and peace divine ; 

Be thine the crown of glory now, 
The palm of victory thine. 



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Oh, rest eternal there ! 

When shall the exiles come, 

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In the new Jerusalem ! 

4 Our hearts are breaking now 
Those mansions fair to see; 

O Lord, thy heavens bow, 
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3 Like a cloud that floats away, 

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Many a spot to memory dear; 
Oft we find our weary feet 

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There is everlasting day; 
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O & O p. m. ImmanueVs Land. A. r. cousin. 

The sands of time are sinking, 

The dawn of heaven breaks, 
The summer morn I've sighed for, 

The fair sweet morn awakes: 
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, 

But day-spring is at hand, 
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In Immanuel's land. 

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His mercy doth expand, 

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In Immanuel's land. 

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I will not gaze at glory, 

But on my King of Grace — 
Rot at the crown he gifteth, 

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The Lamb is all the glory 

Of Immanuel's land. 



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2 In it all is light and glory; 
O'er it shines a nightless day: 

Every trace of sin's sad story, 
All the curse, hath passed away. 

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 
By the streams of life along, — ■ 

On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
Turns our sighing into song. 

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 
Soon we bid farewell to pain; 

Never more are sad or weary, 
Never, never sin again ! 



" The sea of glass." c. Wordsworth. 



528 

Hark 1 the sound of holy voices, 

Chanting at the crystal sea, 
Hallelujah, hallelujah, 

Hallelujah, Lord, to thee ! 

2 Multitudes, which none can number, 
Like the stars in glory stand, 

Clothed in white apparel, holding 
Palms of victory in their hands. 

3 They have come from tribulation, 
And have washed their robes in blood, 

Washed them in the blood of Jesus; 
Tried they were and firm they stood. 



4 Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, 
Sawn asunder, slain with sword, 

They have conquered death and Satan 
By the might of Christ the Lord. 

5 Love and peace they taste for ever, 
And all truth and knowledge see 

In the Beatific Vision 
Of the blessed Trinity. 



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Daily, daily sing the praises 
Of the City God hath made; 

In the beauteous fields of Eden 
Its foundation-stones are laid. 

2 In the midst of that dear City 
Christ is reigning on his seat, 

And the angels swing their censers 
In a ring about his feet. 

3 From the throne a river issues, 
Clear as crystal, passing bright, 

And it traverses the City 
Like a sudden beam of light. 

4 There the wind is sweetly fragrant, 
And is laden with the song 

Of the seraphs, and the elders, 
And the great redeemed throng. 

5 Oh, I would my ears were open 
Here to catch that happy strain ! 

Oh, I would my eyes some vision 
Of that Eden could attain I 



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On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 

Where my possessions lie. 

2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene, 
That rises to my sight! 

Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
And rivers of delight! 

3 O'er all those wide extended plains 
Shines one eternal day; 

There God, the Son, for ever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, 
Can reach that healthful shore; 

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

5 When shall I reach that happy place, 
And be for ever blest ? 

When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in his bosom rest ? 

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 
Can here no longer stay; 

Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I 'd launch away. 

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****-*- Jesus exalted. I. watts. 

Behold the glories of the Lamb, 

Amid his Father's throne; 
Prepare new honors for his name, 

And songs before unknown. 



2 Let elders worship at his feet, 
The church adore around, 

With vials full of odors sweet, 
And harps of sweeter sound. 

3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, 
Be endless blessings paid ! 

Salvation, glory, joy remain 
For ever on thy head! 

4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, 
Hast set the prisoners free; 

Hast made us kings and priests to God, 
And we shall reign with thee. 

UO* >t A building of God." i. watts. 

There is a house not made with hands, 

Eternal, and on high: 
And here my spirit waiting stands, 

Till God shall bid it fly. 

2 Shortly this prison of my clay 
Must be dissolved and fall ; 

Then, my soul, with joy obey 
Thy heavenly Father's call. 

3 We walk by faith of joys to come; 
Faith lives upon his word; 

But while the body is our home, 
We 're absent from the Lord. 

4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, 
But we had rather see; 

We would be absent from the flesh, 
And present, Lord, with thee. 



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Jerusalem, the glorious ! 
The glory of the elect, — 

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That eager hearts expect ! 

Ev'n now by faith I see thee, 
Ev'n here thy walls discern; 

To thee my thoughts are kindled, 
And strive, and pant, and yearn 1 

2 The Cross is all thy splendor, 
The Crucified, thy praise; 

His laud and benediction 

Thy ransomed people raise; — 

Jerusalem ! exulting 
On that securest shore, 

1 hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, 

And love thee evermore ! 

3 O sweet and blessed Country ! 
Shall I e'er see thy face ? 

sweet and blessed Country ! 

Shall I e'er win thy grace? 
Exult, dust and ashes ! 

The Lord shall be thy part ; 
His only, his for ever, 

Thou shalt be, and thou art I 

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Rejoice, rejoice, believers ! 
And let your lights appear I 



The shades of eve are thickening, 
And darker night is near; 

The Bridegroom is advancing; 
Each hour he draws more nigh; 

Up ! watch and pray, nor slumber; 
At midnight comes the cry. 

2 See that your lamps are burning, 
Your vessels filled with oil; 

Wait calmly your deliverance 
From earthly pain and toil. 

The watchers on the mountains 
Proclaim the Bridegroom near, 

Go, meet him, as he cometh, 
With hallelujahs clear. 

3 The saints, who here in patience 
Their cross and sufferings bore, 

With him shall reign for ever, 
When sorrow is no more: 

Around the throne of glory 
The Lamb shall they behold, 

Adoring cast before him 
Their diadems of gold. 

4 Our hope and expectation, 
Jesus, now appear ! 

Arise, thou Sun so looked-for, 
O'er this benighted sphere ! 

With hearts and hands uplifted, 
We plead, Lord, to see 

The day of our redemption, 
And ever be with thee. 



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Jerusalem, the golden, 

With milk and honey blest ! 

Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice oppressed: 

1 know not, oh, I know not, 

What social joys are there, 
What radiancy of glory, 
What light beyond compare. 

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 
All jubilant with song, 

And bright with many an angel, 
And all the martyr throng; 

The Prince is ever in them, 
The daylight is serene; 

The pastures of the blessed 
Are decked in glorious sheen. 

3 There is the throne of David ; 
And there, from care released, 

The song of them that triumph, 

The shout of them that feast-. 
And they who, with their Leader, 

Have conquered in the fight 
For ever and for ever 

Are clad in robes of white. 

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Brief life is here our portion; 

Brief sorrow, short-lived care; 
The life, that knows no ending, 

The tearless life, is there: 
Oh, happy retribution ! 

Short toil, eternal rest ; 
For mortals, and for sinners, 

A mansion with the blest ! 

2 And there is David's fountain, 
And life in fullest glow ; 

And there the light is golden, 
And milk and honey flow; 

The light, that hath no evening, 
The health, that hath no sore, 

The life, that hath no ending, 
But lasteth evermore. 

3 There Jesus shall embrace us, 
There Jesus be embraced, — 

That spirit's food and sunshine; 

Whence earthly love is chased: 
Yes ! God my King and Portion, 

In fullness of his grace, 
We then shall see for ever, 

And worship face to face. 



222 






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Come, ye thankful people, come, 
Raise the song of Harvest Home ! 
All is safely gathered in, 
Ere the winter storms begin: 
God our Maker doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied: 
Come to God's own temple, come, 
Raise the song of Harvest Home ! 

2 We ourselves are God's own field, 
Fruit unto his praise to yield: 
Wheat and tares together sown, 
Unto joy or sorrow grown: 

First the blade, and then the ear, 
Then the full corn shall appear: 
Grant, Harvest-Lord, that we 
Wholesome grain and pure may be ! 

3 For the Lord our God shall come, 
And shall take his harvest home: 
From his field shall in that day 

All offences purge away: 
Give his angels charge at last 
In the fire the tares to cast: 
But the fruitful ears to store 
In his garner evermore. 

4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come, 
Raise the song of Harvest Home! 

All are safely gathered in, 
Free from sorrow, free from sin: 



There, for ever purified, 
In God's garner to abide: 
Come, ten thousand angels, come, 
Raise the glorious Harvest Home ! 

eJ«JO The close of the year. ray palmer. 

Thou who roll'st the year around, 

Crowned with mercies large and free, 
Rich thy gifts to us abound, 

Warm our praise shall rise to thee. 
Kindly to our worship bow, 

While our grateful thanks we tell,, 
That, sustained by thee, we now 

Bid the parting year — farewell ! 

2 All its numbered days are sped., 
All its busy scenes are o'er, 

All its joys for ever fled, 
All its sorrows felt no more. 

Mingled with the eternal past, 
Its remembrance shall decays 

Yet to be revived at last 
At the solemn judgment-day. 

3 All our follies, Lord, forgive ! 
Cleanse us from each guilty stain; 

Let thy grace within us live, 
That we spend not years in vain. 

Then, when life's last eve shall come, 
Happy spirits, may we fly 

To our everlasting home, 

To our Father's house on high I 



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While, with ceaseless course, the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Nevermore to meet us here: 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below; 
We a little longer wait, — 

But how little none can know. 

2 As the winged arrow flies 
Speedily the mark to find; 

As the lightning from the skies 
Darts, and leaves no trace behind, 

Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream; 

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 
All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive; 
Pardon of our sins renew ; 

Teach us henceforth how to live, 

With eternity in view: 
Bless thy word to young and old; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
And, when life's short tale is told, 

May we dwell with thee above! 

tl^vF Independence Day. n. strong. 

Swell the anthem, raise the soiig; 
Praises to our God belong; 
Saints and angels join to sing 
Praises to the heavenly King. 



Blessings from his liberal hand 
Flow around this happy land: 
Kept by him, no foes annoy; 
Peace and freedom we enjoy. 

2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway 
May we cheerfully obey; 
Never feel oppression's rod, 
Ever own and worship God. 
Hark ! the voice of nature sings 
Praises to the King of kings; 
Let us join the choral song, 
And the grateful notes prolong. 

*'*-'- Thanksgiving. a. l. barbauld. 

Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowus our days 1 
Bounteous Source of every joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ. 
For the blessings of the field, 
For the stores the gardens yield; 
For the fruits in full supply, 
Ripened 'neath the summer sky; — 

2 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land; 
All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich, o'erflowing stores; 
These to thee, my God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow; 
And for these my soul shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 



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O God, beneath thy guiding hand, 
Our exiled fathers crossed the sea, 

And when they trod the wintry strand, 
With prayer and psalm they worshiped 
thee. 

2 Thou heardst, well pleased, the song, the 

prayer — 
Thy blessing came; and still its power 
Shall onward through all ages bear 
The memory of that holy hour. 

3 What change ! through pathless wilds 

no more 
The fierce and naked savage roams: 
Sweet praise, along the cultured shore, 
Breaks from ten thousand happy homes. 

4 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God 
Came with those exiles o'er the waves, 

And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 
The God they trusted guards their graves. 

5 And here thy name, O God of love, 
Their children's children shall adore, 

Till these eternal hills remove, 

And spring adorns the earth no more. 

** * ** The New Year. p. doddridge. 

Great God I we sing that mighty hand 
By which supported still we stand; 
The opening year thy mercy shows; 
Let mercy crown it till it close. 

2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 
Still we are guarded by our God; 



By his incessant bounty fed, 
By his unerring counsel led. 

3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; 
The future, all to us unknown, 

We to thy guardian care commit, 
And peaceful leave before thy feet. 

4 In scenes exalted or depressed, 
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest; 
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, 
Adored through all our changing days. 

5 When death shall interrupt our songs, 
And seal in silence mortal tongues, 
Our Helper, God, in whom we trust, 

In better worlds our souls shall boast. 



The New Year. 



P. DODDRIDGE. 



544 

Our Helper, God 1 we bless, thy name, 
Whose love forever is the same ; 
The tokens of thy gracious care 
Open, and crown, and close the year. 

2 Amid ten thousand snares we stand, 
Supported by thy guardian hand; 
And see, when we review our ways, 
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 

3 Thus far thine arm has led us on; 
Thus far we make thy mercy known ; 
And while we tread this desert land, 
New mercies shall new songs demand. 

4 Our grateful souls, on Jordan's shore, 
Shall raise one sacred pillar more; 
Then bear in thy bright courts above, 
Inscriptions of immortal love. 



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As shadows cast by cloud and sun, 

Flit o'er the summer grass, 
So, in thy sight, Almighty One, 

Earth's generations pass. 
And as the years, an endless host, 

Come swiftly pressing on, 
The brightest names that earth can boast 

Just glisten and are gone. 

2 Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed 

A lustre pure and sweet; 
And still it leads, as once it led, 

To the Messiah's feet. 
O Father, may that holy star 

Grow every year more bright, 
And send its glorious beams afar 

To fill the world with light. 

OtO The Seasons. ' i. watt 

With songs and honors sounding loud 
Address the Lord on high; 

Over the heavens he spread his cloud, 
And waters vail the sky. 



His steady counsels change the face 

Of the declining year; 
He bids the sun cut short his race, 

And wintry days appear. 

2 He sends his word and melts the snow, 

The fields no longer mourn ; 
He calls the warmer gales to blow, 

And bids the spring return. 
The changing wind, the flying cloud, 

Obey his mighty word; 
With songs and honors sounding loud 

Praise ye the sovereign Lord. 



547 



God's Mercies. 



H. F. LYTE. 



The mercies of my God and King 

My tongue shall still pursue: 
Oh, happy they, who, while they sing 

Those mercies, share them too ! 
As bright and lasting as the sun, 

As lofty as the sky, 
From age to age, thy word shall run, 

And chance and change defy. 

2 The covenant of the King of kings 

Shall stand for ever sure; 
Beneath the shadow of thy wings 

Thy saints repose secure. 
In earth below, in heaven above. 

Who, who is Lord like thee? 
Oh, spread the gospel of thy love, 

Till all thy glories see ! 



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Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, 
Over life's tempestuous sea; 
Unknown waves before me roll, 
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal; 
Chart and compass came from thee : 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

2 As a mother stills her child, 
Thou canst hush the ocean wild; 
Boisterous waves obey thy will 



When thou say'st to them "Be still 1" 
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

3 When at last I near the shore, 
And the fearful breakers roar 
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, 
Then, while leaning on thy breast, 
May I hear thee say to me, 
"Fear not, I will pilot thee!" 




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Oiu " No coidemnation," 

And can it be that I should gain 
An interest in the Saviour's blood? 

Died he for me, who caused his pain ? 
For me, who him to death pursued ? 

Amazing love! how can it be, 

That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me ? 

2 He left his Father's throne above ; 

(So free, so infinite his grace!) 
Emptied himself of all but love, 



And bled for Adam's helpless race; 
'Tis mercy all, immense and free, 
For, my God, it found out me! 

3 No condemnation now I dread, — 
Jesus, with all in him, is mine ; 

Alive in him, my living Head, 

And clothed in righteousness divine, 

Bold I approach the eternal throne, 

And claim the crown, thro' Christ my own. 



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550 

Why is thy faith, child of God, so small ? 
Why doth thy heart shrink back at duty's 

call? 
Art thou obeying this — "Abide in me," 
And doth the Master's word abide in thee? 

2 Oh, blest assurance from our risen Lord ! 
Oh, precious comfort breathing from the 
Word! 



How great the promise ! could there great- 
er be ? [thee I " 
"Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done for 

3 "Ask what thou wilt,' 1 but, oh, remem- 

ber this, — 
We ask and have not, for we ask amiss 
When, weak in faith, we only half believe 
That what we ask we really shall receive. 

4 Increase our faith, and clear our vision. 

Lord; 
Help us to take thee at thy simple word, 
No more with cold distrust to bring thee 

grief; 
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My country! 'tis of thee, 



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Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee I sing; 
Land where my fathers died! 
Land of the Pilgrims' pride ! 
From every mountain side 

Let freedom ring ! 

2 My native country, thee — 
Land of the noble, free — 
Thy name I lore; 



I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills; 
My heart with rapture thrills 
Like that above. 

3 Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song; 
Let mortal tongues awake; 
Let all that breathe partake; 
Let rocks their silence break, - 

The sound prolong. 

4 Our fathers' God ! to thee, 
Author of liberty, 

To thee we sing: 
Long may our land be bright 
With freedom's holy light; 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King ! 



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Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With loving zeal; 
The poor, and them that mourn, 
The faint and overborne, 
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn, 

Whom Christ doth heal. 

2 Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 
With fervent prayer; 



The wayward and the lost, 
By restless passions tossed, 
Redeemed, at countless cost, 
From dark despair. 

3 Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With one accord; 
With us the work to share, 
With us reproach to dare, 
With us the cross to bear, 

For Christ our Lord. 

4 Christ for the world we sing; 
The world to Christ we bring, 

With joyful song; 
The new-born souls, whose days, 
Reclaimed from error's ways, 
Inspired with hope and praise, 

To Christ belong. 



GBEEN PASTUKES 



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Tell me, whom my soul doth love, 
Where thy flock are feeding; 

Where the pastures which they rove — 
Thou their footsteps leading? 

2 Tell me, sheltered from the heat, 
Where at noon they rest them; 

Where at night their safe retreat — 
Fold, where none molest them? 



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Richly thou providest; 

Feeding, resting — kept from harm — 
Blest the flock thou guidest. 

4 Noon and night be my defence ; 
Let no foe ensnare me; 

Bring me to the Shepherd's tents — 
In thy bosom bear me. 



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ADDITIONAL HYMNS 

AND TUNES 

Selected by the Committee on Revision 

OF THE 

HYMNAL OF THE REFORMED EPISCOPAL CHURCH. 



ADVENT. 



OOt C. M. p DODDRIDGE. 

Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 

The Saviour promised long ; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 

And every voice a song. 

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, 
Exerts his sacred fire; 

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
His holy breast inspire. 

3 He comes, the prisoners to release, 
In Satan's bondage held; 

The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice, 
To clear the mental ray, 

And on the eyes oppressed with night 
To pour celestial day. 

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 
The wounded soul to cure, 

And, with the treasures of his grace, 
To enrich the humble poor. 

6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim, 

And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 



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Lo! He comes, with clouds descending, 
Once for favored sinners slain; 



Thousand thousand saints attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train ; 

Alleluia! 
God appears on earth to reign. 

2 Every eye shall now behold him, 
Robed in dreadful majesty; 

Those who set at naught and sold him, 
Pierced aVid nailed him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

3 Every island, sea, and mountain, 
Heaven and earth, shall flee away; 

All who hate him must, confounded, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day; 

Come to judgment, 
Come to judgment, come away. 

4 Now redemption, long expected, 
See in solemn pomp appear; 

All his saints by men rejected, 
Now shall meet him in the air; 

Alleluia! 
See the day of God appear. 

5 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee, 
High on thine eternal throne; 

Saviour, take the power and glory, 
Claim the kingdom for thine own; 

Oh, come quickly! 
Alleluia! Come, Lord, come! 



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Hark ! the herald angels sing 
"Glory to the new-bom King; 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
God and sinners reconciled I " 
Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies; 
With the angelic host proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem ! 

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored; 
Christ, the everlasting Lord; 

Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the Virgin's womb: 
Tailed in flesh the Godhead see; 
Hail the incarnate Deity, 
Pleased as man with men to dwell; 
Jesus, our Immanuel ! 

3 Hail ! the heaven-bora Prince of Peace ! 
Hail the Sun of Righteousness ! 

Light and life to all he brings, 
Risen with healing in his wings: 
Mild he lays his glory by, 
Born that man no more may die: 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Bora to give them second birth. 



OO 4 " The Christ of God." h. bonar. 

He has come ! the Christ of God 
Left for us his glad abode; 
Stooping from his throne of bliss, 
To this darksome wilderness. 
He has come ! the Prince of Peace; 
Come to bid our sorrows cease; 
Come to scatter with his light 
All the shadows of our night. 

2 He the mighty King has come I 
Making this poor earth his home ; 
Come to bear our sin's sad load; 
Son of David, Son of God I 

He has come, whose name of grace 
Speaks deliverance to our race; 
Left for us his glad abode; 
Son of Mary, Son of God 1 

3 Unto us a child is bora ! 
Ne'er has earth beheld a mora, 
Among all the morns of time, 
Half so glorious in its prime. 
Unto us a Son is given ! 

He has come from God's own heaven, 
Bringing with him from above 
Holy peace and holy love. 



CHRISTMAS. 



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The great and mighty Lord 



OOo Isaiah 9:6. 

To us a Child of hope is born ; 

To us a Son is given ; 

Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 3 His power increasing still shall spread, 

Him all the hosts of heaven. His reign no end shall know: 

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, Justice shall guard his throne above, 

For evermore adored, And peace abound below. 

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Of angels, praising God, who thus 
Addressed their joyful song: — 

6 "All glory be to God on high, 
And to the earth be peace; 

Good-will henceforth from heaven to men 
Begin, and never cease ! " 



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While shepherds watched their flocks by 
All seated on the ground; [night, 

The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 "Fear not/' said he, — for mighty dread 
Had seized their troubled mind, — 

"Glad tidings of great joy I bring, 
To you and all mankind. 

3 "To you in David's town this day, 
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The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, 
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2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, 

And sent his only Son 
To take a servant's form, and die, 

For evils we had done ! 
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3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race ! 
Arise, and shout for joy; 

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Where wild Judea stretches far 
Her silver-mantled plains. 

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, 
Shed sacred glories there, 

And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 
Make music on the air. 

3 The answering hills of Palestine 
Send back the glad reply; 



And greet, from all their holy heights, 
The day-spring from on high. 

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 
There comes a holier calm, 

And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
Her silent groves of palm. 

5 "Glory to God !" the sounding skies 
Loud with their anthems ring — 

"Peace to the earth, good-will to men, 
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It came upon the midnight clear, 

That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth, 

To touch their harps of gold ; 
Peace on the earth, good will to men, 

From heaven's all gracious King. 
The world in solemn stillness lay 

To hear the angels sing. 

2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 
With peaceful wings unfurled; 

And still their heavenly music floats 

O'er all the weary world; 
Above its sad and lowly plains 

They bend on hovering wing, 
And ever o'er its Babel sounds 

The blessed angels sing. 

3 O ye, beneath life's crushing load, 
Whose forms are bending low, 

Who toil along the climbing way 

With painful steps and slow, 
Look now ! for glad and golden hours 

Come swiftly on the wing: 
Oh, rest beside the weary road. 

And hear the angels sing. 

4 For lo, the days are hastening on. 
By prophet-bards foretold, 

When with the ever-circling years 
Comes round the age of gold; 

When Peace shall, o'er all the earth, 
Its ancient splendors fling; 

And the whole world give back the song, 
Which now the angels sing. 

0O4 L- M. ,. WATTS. 

Thou God of life whose constant care 
With blessings crowns each opening year, 
My scanty span doth still prolong, 
And wakes anew my annual song. 

2 Thy children, panting to be gone, 
May bid the tide of time roll on, 
To land them on that happy shore 
Where years and death are known no more. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place; 
No groans to mingle with the songs 
Resounding from immortal tongues; — 

4 No more alarms from ghostly foes; 
No cares to break the long repose; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 



CHRISTMAS, NEW YEAR. EPIPHANY, 



5 long-expected year, begin! 
Dawn on this world of woe and sin ! ' 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death, to rest with God. 

ODO ios. A POPE 

Rise ! crown'd withlight,imperial Salem, rise I 
Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes: 
See heavenits sparkling portals wide display, 
And break upon thee in a flood of day. 

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, 
See future sons and daughters yet unborn, 
In crowding ranks on every side arise, 
Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 

3 See barbarous nations at thy gates atteud, 
Walk in thy light and in thy temple bend: 
See thy bright altars thronged with pros- 
trate kings, 

While every land its joyous tribute brings. 

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke 

decay, 
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; 
But fixed his word, his saving power remains; 
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. 

ODO 7S. D. j. bowring. 

Watchman! tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are? — 
Traveler! o'er yon mountain's height, 

See that glory-beaming star ! — 
Watchman! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of joy or hope foretell ? — 
Traveler! yes; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman! tell us of the night: 
Higher yet that star ascends. — 

Traveler! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. — 

Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? — 

Traveler! ages are its own; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth! 

3 Watchman! tell us of the night, 
For the morning seems to dawn, — 

Traveler! darkness takes its flight; 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. — 
Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. — 
Traveler! lo! the Prince of Peace; 

Lo! the Son of God is come! 



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2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are All tribes and tongues, shall flow: 

shining, Up to the mount of God, they'll say, 

Low lies his head with the beasts of And to his House we '11 go." 

the stall; 

Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 

Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 



3 The beams that shine from Sion's hill 

Shall lighten every land; 
The King who reigns in Salem's towers 

Shall all the world command. 



3 Say! shall we yield him, in costly devotion 
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4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; 
Yainly with gifts would his favor secure: 

Richer by far is the heart's adoration; 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 



OOo s. m. L WATTS 

How beauteous are their feet 

Who stand on Sion's hill, 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 

And words of peace reveal! 

2 How charming is their voice! 
How sweet the tidings are! 

" Sion, behold thy Saviour-King; 
He reigns and triumphs here." 

3 How happy are our ears 
That hear the joyful sound, 

Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found! 

4 How blessed are our eyes 
That see this heavenly light ! 

Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice, 
And tuneful notes employ; 

Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
And deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 
Through all the earth abroad; 

Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 



And crush the sinner's pride. 

5 For peaceful implements shall men 
Exchange their swords and spears; 

Xor shall they study war again 
Throughout those happy years. 

6 Come, ye house of Jacob ! come 
To worship at his shrine ; 

And, walking in the light of God, 
With holy graces shine. 

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O Thou! to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light, 
Search! prove my heart; it looks to thee; 
Oh ! burst its bonds, and set it free. 

2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, 
Nail my affections to the cross; 
Hallow each thought; let all within 
Be clean! as thou, my Lord! art clean. 

3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
Be thou my light, be thou my way; 
No foes, no violence I fear, 

Xo harm while thou, my God! art near. 

4 When rising floods my soul o'er flow, 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 

5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; 
Oh! let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill. 



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Bending from thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn Litany ! 

2 By thy helpless infant years, 
By thy life of want and tears, 
By thy days of sore distress 
In the savage wilderness; 

By the dread mysterious hour 
Of the insulting tempter's power, — 
Turn, oh, turn a favoring eye; 
Hear our solemn Litany ! 

3 By thine hour of dire despair; 
By thine agony of prayer; 

By the cross, the nail, the thorn, 
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; 
By the gloom that vailed the skies 
O'er the dreadful sacrifice; — 
Listen to our humble cry, 
Hear our solemn Litany I 

4 By thy deep expiring groan; 
By the sad sepulchral stone; 
By the vault whose dark abode 
Held in vain the rising God; — 



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Mighty re-ascended Lord ! 
Listen, listen to the cry 
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Oh, this soul, how dark and blind I 
Oh, this foolish, earthly mind ! 
Oh, this froward, selfish will, 
Which refuses to be still ! 
Oh, these ever-roaming eyes, 
Upward that refuse to rise ! 
Oh, these wayward feet of mine, 
Found in every path but thine ! 

2 Oh, this stubborn, prayerless knee, 
Hands so seldom clasped to thee, 
Longings of the soul, that go 

Like the wild wind, to and fro ! 
To and fro, without an aim, 
Turning idly whence they came, 
Bringing in no joy, no bliss, 
Only adding weariness ! 

3 Giver of the heavenly peace I 
Bid, oh, bid these tumults cease; 
Minister thy holy balm ; 

Fill me with thy Spirit's calm : 
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Leave me not in sin to stay; 
Bearer of the sinner's guilt, 
Lead me, lead me, as thou wilt. 



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Hail, thou once despised Jesus ! 

Crowned in mockery a king ! 
Thou didst suffer to release us ; 

Thou didst free salvation bring. 
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our sin and shame ! 
By thy merits we find favor; 

Life is given through thy name. 

2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 

All our sins on thee were laid; 
By Almighty Love anointed, 

Thou hast full atonement made: 
All thy people are forgiven 

Through the virtue of thy blood; 
Opened is the gate of heaven, 

Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 

& • ^ On the cross. B. LEE. 

When I view my Saviour bleeding, 

For my sins, upon the tree ; 
Oh, how wondrous ! — how exceeding 

Great his love appears to me ! 
Floods of deep distress and anguish, 

To impede his labors, came ; 
Yet they all could not extinguish 

Love's eternal, burning flame. 

2 Now redemption is completed, 
Full salvation is procured; 

Death and Satan are defeated, 
By the sufferings he endured. 
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Now the gracious Mediator 
Risen to the courts of bliss, 

Claims for me, a sinful creature, 
Pardon, righteousness, and peace ! 

3 Sure such infinite affection 
Lays the highest claims to mine; 

All my powers, without exception, 
Should in fervent praises join. 

Jesus, fit me for thy service; 
Form me for thyself alone; 

1 am thy most costly purchase, — 
Take possession of thine own. 

O I O Reproached. moraviai 

Cross, reproach, and tribulation I 

Ye to me are welcome guests, 
When I have this consolation, 

That my soul in Jesus rests. 
The reproach of Christ is glorious ! 

Those who here his burden bear, 
In the end shall prove victorious, 

And eternal gladness share. 

2 Bonds and stripes, and evil story, 
Are our honorable crowns; 

Pain is peace, and shame is glory, 
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. 

Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus, 
Ye who live a life of faith ! 

Lift triumphant songs and praises 
Ev'n in martyrdom and death. 



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Though I should seek to wash me clean 

In water of the driven snow, 
My soul would yet its spot retain, 

And sink in conscious guilt and woe. 

2 The Spirit, in his power divine, 
Would cast my vaunting soul to earth: 

Expose the foulness of its sin, 

And show the vileness of its worth. 

3 Ah! not like erring man is God, 
That men to answer him should dare; 

Condemned, and into silence awed, 
They helpless stand before his bar. 

4 There must a Mediator plead, 
Who God and man may both embrace: 

With God, for man, to intercede, 
And offer man the purchased grace. 

5 And lo! the son of God is slain 
To be this Mediator crowned; 

In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain, 
In him thy righteousness be found ! 

o 7 7 c. m. Ai STEELE . 

How oft, alas! this wretched heart 

Has wandered from the Lord; 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 

Forgetfnl of his word ! 

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;" 
Dear Lord ! and may I come ? 

My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
Oh, take the wanderer homel 

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 
And bid my crimes remove ? 

And shall a pardoned rebel live 
To speak thy wondrous love? 

4 Almighty Grace ! thy healing power 
How glorious, how divine! 

That can to life and bliss restore 
So vile a heart as mine ! 

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 
Dear Saviour! I adore; 

Oh ! keep me at thy sacred feet, 
And let me rove no more! 

078 S. M. N.TATE. 

Have mercy, Lord ! on me, 

As thou wert ever kind; 
Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt, 

Thy wonted mercy find. 



2 Wash off my foul offence, 
And cleanse me from my sin; 

For I confess my crime, and see 
How great my guilt has been. 

3 Against thee, Lord! alone, 
And only in thy sight, 

Havel transgressed; and, tho T condemned, 
Must own thy judgment right, 

4 Blot out my crying sins, 
Nor me in anger view; 

Create in me a heart that 's clean, 
An upright mind renew. 

OtfJ L. M. c _ WESLEy- 

Oh that my load of sin were gone! 

Oh! that I could at last submit 
At Jesus' feet to lay it down, 

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 
2 Rest for my soul I long to find; 

Saviour of all! if mine thou art, 
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 

And stamp thine image on my heart. 
4 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 

And fully set my spirit free; 

1 cannot rest till pure within, 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God! 
Thy light and easy burden prove; 

The cross all stained with hallowed blood, 
The labor of thy dying love. 

5 I would, but thou must give the power, 
My heart from every sin release; 

Bring near, bring near the joyful hour 
And fill me with thy perfect peace. 

O8O 7S, 6S, 8S. c> W ESLEY. 

Jesus! let thy pitying eye 

Call back a wandering sheep; 
Prone, like Peter, to deny, 

Like Peter, I would weep. 
Let me be by grace restored; 

On me be all long suffering shown; 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord! 

And break my heart of stone. 

2 Saviour! Prince! enthroned above, 
Repentance to impart; 

Give me, through thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart; 
Give what I have long implored, 

A portion of thy grief unknown; 
Turn, and look upon me, Lord! 

And break my heart of stone. 



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The star is dimmed that lately shone: And meekly bowed his head and died: 

'Tis midnight; in the garden, now "'Tis finished I" — yes, the race is run, 

The suffering Saviour prays alone. The battle fought, the victory won. 



2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, 
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; 

Ev'n that disciple whom he loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt 
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; 

Yet he that hath in anguish knelt 
Is not forsaken by his God. 



2 'Tis finished ! — all that heaven foretold 
By prophets in the days of old; 

And truths are opened to our view 
That kings and prophets never knew. 

3 'Tis finished ! — Son of God, thy power 
Hath triumphed in this awful hour; 
And yet our eyes with sorrow see 

That life to us was death to thee. 



4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains 4 'Tis finished! — let the joyful sound 

Is borne the song that angels know; Be heard through all the nations round: 

Unheard by mortals are the strains 'Tis finished ! — let the triumph rise, 

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Low we bow in adoration 

Inside the vail. 

3 Soon thy saints shall all be gathered 

Inside the vail. 
All at home — no more be scattered — 

Inside the vail. 
Naught from thee our hearts shall sever: 
We shall see thee, grieve thee never; 
"Praise the Lamb!" shall sound for ever, 

Inside the vail. 

584 8s, 6s. 

Come, see the place where Jesus lay, 
And hear angelic watchers say, 

"He lives! who once was slain: 
Why seek the living 'midst the dead? 
Remember how the Saviour said 

That he would rise again." 
2 joyful sound ! glorious hour! 
When by his own almighty power 



He rose, and left the grave! 
Now let our songs his triumph tell, 
Who burst the bands of death and hell, 

And ever lives to save! 

3 The First-begotten of the dead, 
For us he rose, our glorious Head, 

Immortal life to bring; 
What though the saints like him shall die, 
They share their Leader's victory, 

And triumph with their King. 

4 No more they tremble at the grave 
For Jesus will their spirits save, 

And raise their slumbering dust: 
O risen Lord! in thee we live, 
To thee our ransomed souls we give, 

To thee our bodies trust. 



C. WESLEY. 



585 l. m. >, 

Ye faithful souls who Jesus know, 
If risen indeed with him ye are, 

Superior to the joys below, 

His resurrection's power declare ! 

2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, 
By actions show your sins forgiven, 

And seek the glorious things above, 
And follow Christ, your head, to heaven. 

3 There your exalted Saviour see, 
Seated at God's right hand again, 

In all his Father's majesty, 
In everlasting power to reign. 

4 To him continually aspire, 
Contending for your destined place; 

And emulate the angel choir, 
And only live to love and praise. 



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Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, 
Sons of men, and angels, say ; 
Raise your joys and triumphs high 1 
Sing, ye heavens ! and earth, reply ! 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won; 
Lo, our Sun's eclipse is o'er; 

Lo, he sets in blood no more. 

3 Tain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell; 
Deatji in vain forbids his rise; 
Christ hath opened Paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious King; 
"Where, Death, is now thy sting?" 
Once he died our souls to save; 
"Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?*' 

5 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Following our exalted Head; 
Made like him, like him we rise; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies ! 



"oy in the Lord. 



587 

Joyful be the hours to-day; 

Joyful let the seasons be; 
Let us siug, for well we may: 

Jesus ! we will sing of thee. 

2 Should thy people silent be, 
Then the very stones would sing: 

What a debt we owe to thee, 

Thee our Saviour, thee our King ! 

3 Joyful are we now to own, 
Rapture thrills us as we trace 

All the deeds thy love hath done, 
All the riches of thy grace. 

4 'Tis thy grace alone can save; 
Every blessing comes from thee — 

All we have, and hope to have, 
All we are, and hope to be. 

5 Thine the Name to sinners dear ! 
Thine the Name all names before ! 

Blessed here and everywhere; 
Blesse'd now and evermore ! 



242 



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OOO The Lord's Day. c. wesley. 

Hail the day that sees him rise, 
Glorious, to his native skies ! 
Christ, awhile to mortals given, 
Enters now the gates of heaven. 

2 There the glorious triumph waits; 
Lift your heads, eternal gates ! 
Christ hath vanquished death and sin; 
Take the King of glory in. 

3 See, the heaven its Lord receives ! 
Yet he loves the earth he leaves: 



Though returning to his throne, 
Still he calls mankind his own. 

4 Still for us he intercedes, 
His prevailing death he pleads; 
Near himself prepares a place, 
Great Forerunner of our race. 

5 What, though parted from our sight, 
Far above yon starry height; 
Thither our affections rise, 
Following him beyond the skies. 



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Christ, the Lord, is risen again, 
Christ hath broken every chain; 
Hark ! angelic voices cry, 
Singing evermore on high, 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 
2 He who bore all pain and loss, 
Comfortless, upon the cross, 
Lives in glory now on high, 
Pleads for us, and hears our cry: 

Hallelujah* ! Praise the Lord I 



3 He who slumbered in the grave 
Is exalted now to save; 

Now through Christendom it rings 
That the Lamb is King of kings: 
Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord I 

4 Now he bids us tell abroad 
How the lost may be restored, 
How the penitent forgiven, 
How we, too, may enter heaven: 

Hallelujah ! Praise the Lord ! 



EASTER AND 

O &\) 7S, 8S. T. SCOTT. 

Angels! roll the rock away! 
Death! yield up the mighty prey! 
See! the Saviour quits the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

Alleluia, Alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day! 

2 Shout! ye seraphs; angels! raise 
Your eternal song of praise; 

Let the earth's remotest bound 

Echo to the blissful sound. Alleluia, etc. 

3 Holy Father! Holy Son! 
Holy Spirit! Three in One, 
Glory as of old to thee, 

Now and evermore shall be! Alleluia, etc. 



JOHN of Damascus. 

Tr. J. M. NEALE. 



591 7S,6s,D. 

The day of resurrection! 

Earth, tell it out abroad! 
The Passover of gladness, 

The Passover of God! 
From death to life eternal, 

From this world to the sky; 
Our Christ hath brought us over, 

With hymns of victory. 

2 Our hearts be pure from evil, 
That we may see aright 

The Lord in rays eternal 

Of resurrection-light; 
And, listening to his accents, 

May hear, so calm and plain, 
His own "All hail!' 7 and, hearing, 

May raise the victor-strain. 

3 Now let the heavens be joyful ! 
Let earth her song begin! 

Let the round world keep triumph, 

And all that is therein! 
Invisible and visible, 

Their notes let all things blend, 
For Christ the Lord hath risen, 

Our Joy that hath no end. 

OVZ P. M. H.WARE, JR. 

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die. 
Vain were the terrors that gathered 

around him, [grave. 

And short the dominion of death and the 
He burst from the fetters of darkness that 

bound him, 
Resplendent in glory to live and to save, 



ASCENSION. 243 

Loud was the chorus of angels on high, 
"The Saviour hath risen, and man shall 

not die." 
2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy ! 
The being he gave us, death cannot destroy; 
Sad were the life Ave must part with to-morrow 
If tears were our birthright, and death 

were our end! [sorrow, 

But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of 
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. 
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 
Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 

593 



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Tr. BP. WILLIAMS. 



Once the angel started back, 

When he saw the blood-stained door, 
Pausing on his vengeful track, 
And the dwelling passing o'er. 
Once the sea from Israel fled, 
E'er it rolled o'er Egypt's dead. 

2 Now our Passover is come, 
Dimly shadow'd in the past, 

And the very Paschal Lamb, 
Christ the Lord, is slain at last. 

Then, with hearts and hands made meet, 
Our unleavened bread we'll eat. 

3 Blessed Victim sent from heaven, 
Whom all angel hosts obey, 

To whose will all earth is given, 
At whose word hell shrinks away, 
Thou hast conquer'd death's dread strife, 
Thou hast brought us light and life. 

094: 6s. 8s. T KELLr> 

The atoning work is done, 

The victim's blood is shed, 
And Jesus now is gone 

His people's cause to plead: 
He stands in heaven, their great High Priest , 
And bears their names upon his breast, 

2 No temple made with hands 
His place of service is; 

In heaven itself he stands, 

A heavenly priesthood his; 
In him the shadows of the law 
Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. 

3 And though awhile he be 
Hid from the eyes of men, 

His people look to see 

Their great High Priest again; 
In brightest glory he will come, 
And take his waiting people home. 



244 



ASCENSION, WHITSUNDAY. 



5Jt> 8S, 7 S, 4 S. T.KELLY. 

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious ! 

See the Man of Sorrows, now; 
From the fight returned victorious, 

Every knee to him shall bow ; 
Crown him ! crown him! 

Crowns become the Yictor 7 s brow. 

2 Crown the Saviour! angels crown him; 
Rich the trophies Jesus brings; 

In the seat of power enthrone him, 
While the vault of heaven rings ; 

Crown him ! crown him! 
Crown the Saviour, King of kings. 

3 Sinners in derision crowned him, 
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; 

Saints and angels crowd around him, 
Own his title, praise his name: 
Crown him ! crown him ! 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 

4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation ! 
Hark, those loud triumphant chords! 

Jesus takes the highest station ; 
what joy the sight affords ! 
Crown him ! crown him ! 
King of kings, and Lord of lords, 

OUO L. M. C.WESLEY. 

Our Lord is risen from the dead, 
Our Jesus is gone up on high; 

The p6wers of hell are captive led, 
Dragged to the portals of the sky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay, 

Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 
Ye everlasting doors give way. 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 
And wide unfold the radiant scene; 

He claims those mansions as his right; 
Receive the King of Glory in. 

4 Who is the King of Glory, who ? 
The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame, 

The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew; 
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. 

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay, 

Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 
Ye everlasting doors give way. 

6 Who is the King of Glory, who ? 

The Lord, of boundless power possessed, 
The King of saints and angels too, 
God over all, forever blessed. 



C. WESLEY. 



597 6s, 8s. 

Rejoice! the Lord is King; 

Your God and King adore: 
Ye saints ! give thanks and sing, 

And triumph evermore. 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice; 
Rejoice! again I say, rejoice! 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
The God of truth and love! 

When he had washed our stains, 

He took his seat above: 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice; 
Rejoice! again I say, rejoice! 

3 His kingdom cannot fail; 

He rules o'er earth and heaven; 
The keys of death and hell, 

Are to our Jesus given: 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice; 
Rejoice! again I say, rejoice ! 

4 He all his foes shall quell! 
Shall all our sins destroy; 

And every bosom swell 

With pure, seraphic joy: 
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice; 
Rejoice ! again I say, rejoice ! 

5 Rejoice in glorious hope! 
Jesus the Judge shall come, 

And take his servants up 
To their eternal home. 
We soon shall hear the archangel's voice; 
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice ! 

0\/0 C. M. 

He 's come ! let every knee be bent, 

All hearts new joy resume: 
Sing, ye redeemed! with one consent, 

"The Comforter is come." 

2 What greater gift, what greater love, 
Could God on man bestow ? 

Angels for this rejoice above. 
Let man rejoice below. 

3 Hail! blessed spirit! may each soul 
The sacred influence feel; 

Do thou each sinful thought control, 
And fix our wavering zeal. 

4 Thou, to the conscience dost convey 
Those checks which we should know; 

Thy motions point to us the way; 
Thou givest us strength to go. 



WHITSUNDAY AND TRINITY SUNDAY 



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599 



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J. \V. EASTBURN. 



i Lord God, the Holy Ghost! 

In this accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 

Descend in all thy power! 

2 We meet with one accord 
In our appointed place, 

And wait the promise of our Lord, 
The Spirit of all grace. 

3 Like mighty rushing wind 
Upon the waves beneath, 

Move with one impulse every mind, 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

4 The young, the old, inspire 
With wisdom from above; 

And give us hearts and tongues of fire 
To pray, and praise, and love. 

5 Spirit of light ! explore 
And chase our gloom away; 

With lustre shining more and more 
Unto the perfect day. 

6 Spirit of Truth ! be thou 

In life and death our guide; 
O Spirit of adoption ! now 
May we be sanctified. 

600 L- M. j . cooPER. 

Father of heaven ! whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend; 
To us thy pardoning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son ! incarnate Word, 
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend; 
To us thy saving grace extend, 

3 Eternal Spirit! by whose breath 
The soul is raised from sin and death, > 
Before thy throne we sinners bend; 

To us thy quickening power extend, 

4 Jehovah! — Father, Spirit, Son! — 
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! 
Before thy throne we sinners bend; 
Grace, pardon, life to us extend. 



601 <-». 

holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

Bright in thy deeds and in thy name ! 
For ever be thy name adored, 

Thy glories let the world proclaim. 

2 Jesus ! Lamb once crucified 
To take our load of sins away ! 

Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide 
Along the realms of upper day! 

3 Holy Spirit ! from above, 

In streams of light and glory given; 
Thou source of ecstacy and love, 

Thy praises ring thro' earth and heaven! 

4 God Triune! to thee we owe 
Our every thought, our every song; 

And ever may thy praises flow 

From saint's and seraph's burning tongue. 



W. NEWTON. 



602 6s, 4 s. 

Father of Light and Love ! 
Who, from thy throne above, 

Lookest on me; 
Help me to seek thy face ; 
Me in thine arms embrace; 
And, in thy sovereign grace, 

Bring me to thee! 

2 Jesus, the crucified ! 
Jesus! for me who died; 

Teach me, I pray, 
All that thy love can do; 
My evil heart renew; 
My stubborn will subdue 

To thine, this day ! 

3 Spirit of holiness ! 

Sent forth to guide and bless 
Those who are thine; 

Strengthen me with thy might; 

Cleanse thou my spirit's sight; 

And, in my heart, the light 
Of Jesus, shine ! 

4 All-glorious Three in One! 
To thy great name alone, 

In earth and heaven; 
Thou, undivided Three, 
All praise and glory be 
Now and eternally, 

Joyously given! 



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TRINITY SUNDAY. 

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The God of Abraham praise, 
Who reigns enthroned above, 

Ancient of everlasting days, 
And God of love ! 

Jehovah ! great I AM! 

By earth and heaven confessed; 

1 bow and bless the sacred name, 
For ever blest ! 

2 The God of Abraham praise ! 
At whose supreme command 

From earth I rise, and seek the joys 
At his right hand ; 



I all on earth forsake, 

Its wisdom, fame, and power, 
And him my only portion make, 

My shield and tower. 

3 The God of Abraham praise ! 

Whose all-sufficient grace 
Shall guide me all my happy days 

In all my ways: 
He calls a worm his friend ! 

He calls himself my God ! 
And he shall save me to the end 

Through Jesus' blood 1 



TRINITY SUNDAY— COURAGE. 247 

604 p - M - bp. r. heber. 3 Holy, holy, hoi v ! though the darkness 

Holy, holv, holv, Lord God Almighty! bide thee, 

Early in the morning our song shall rise Though the eye of sinful man thy glory 

to thee; may not see; 

Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, Only thou art holy; there is none beside 

God in three persons, blessed Trinity! thee, 

2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Perfect in power, in love and purity, 
thee, 

Casting down their golden crowns around 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! 

the o-lassy sea* All thy works shall praise thy name, in 

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before earth and sky and sea ; 

thee, Holy holy, holy, merciful and mighty; 

Which wert and art and evermore shalt be. God in three persons, blessed Trinity! 



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OUO "Fight the good fight" s. baring-gould. 

Onward, Christian soldiers, 

Marching as to war, 
With the cross of Jesus 

Going on before. 
Christ, the royal Master, 

Leads against the foe; 
Forward into battle, 

See, his banners go. — Cho. 
2 Like a mighty army, 

Moves the Church of God; 
Brothers, we are treading 

Where the saints have trod; 
We are not divided, 

All one body we, 
One in hope and doctrine, 

One in charity. — Cho. 



3 Crowns and thrones may perish, 
Kingdoms rise and wane, 

But the Church of Jesus 

Constant will remain; 
Gates of hell can never 
* 'Gainst that Church prevail; 
We have Christ's own promise, 

And that cannot fail. — Cho. 

4 Onward, then, ye people, 
Join our happy throng; 

Blend with ours your voices 

In the triumph-song; 
Glory, laud, and honor, 

Unto Christ the King; 
This through countless ages, 

Men and angels sing. — Cho. 



248 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



OlfD h. M. Psalm 43. T. DWIGH 

!Now, to thy sacred house, 

With joy I turn my feet, 
"Where saints, with morning-vows, 

In full assembly meet : 
Thy power divine shall there be shown, 
And from thy throne thy mercy shine. 
2 Oh, send thy light abroad ; 

Thy truth with heavenly ray 
Shall lead my soul to God, 

And guide my doubtful way; 
I'll hear thy word with faith sincere, 
And learn to fear and praise the Lord. 



SABBATH, 

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3 Here reach thy bounteous hand, 
And all my sorrows heal; 

Here health and strength divine, 

Oh, make my bosom feel; 
Like balmy dew shall Jesus' voice 
My heart rejoice, my strength renew. 

4 Now in thy holy hill, 
Before thine altar, Lord ! 

My harp and song shall sound 

The glories of thy word: 
Henceforth, to thee, O God of grace ! 
A hymn of praise, my life shall be. 

LOWELL MASON. 






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Safely through another week, 

God has brought us on our way; 
Let us now a blessing seek, 

Waiting in his courts to-day: 
Hay of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 
2 While we seek supplies of grace, 

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
Show thy reconciling face — 

Take away our sin and shame; 
From our worldly cares set free, — 
May we rest this day in thee. 



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3 Here we come thy name to praise; 
Let us feel thy presence near; 

May thy glory meet our eyes, 

While we in thy house appear: 
Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May thy gospel's joyful sound 
Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 

Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief for all complaints: 
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we rest in thee above. 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



249 



608 c.m. 

As pants the hart for cooling streams, 

When heated in the chase, 
So longs my soul, God! for thee, 

And thy refreshing grace. 

2 For thee, my God ! the living God, 
My thirsty soul doth pine; 

Oh ! when shall I behold thy face. 
Thou Majesty divine? 

3 I sigh to think of happier days, 
When thou, Lord! wast nigh; 

When every heart was tuned to praise, 
And none more blest than I. 

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
Trust God! and thou shalt sing 

The praise of him who is thy God, 
Thy health's eternal Spring. 

OU J L. AC. !_ WATTS . 

Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone ! 
Let my religious hours alone: 
From flesh and sense I would be free, 
And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
And kindles with a pure desire 

To see thy grace, to taste thy love, 
And feel thine influence from above. 

3 When I can say that God is mine, 
When I can see thy glories shine, 
I'll tread the world beneath my feet, 
And all that men call rich and great. 

4 Send comfort down from thy right hand, 
To cheer me in this barren land ; 

And in thy worship let me know 
The joys that from thy presence flow. 

\) 1 U 7 S > 6s > D - C. WORDSWORTH. 

day of rest and gladness ! 

day of joy and light, 
balm of care and sadness, 

Most beautiful, most bright ! 
On thee, the high and lowly, 

Bending before the throne, 
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy ! 

To the irreat Three in One. 
2 On thee, at the creation, 

The light first had its birth; 
On thee, for our salvation, 

Christ rose from depths of earth ; 



On thee, our Lord victorious, 
The Spirit sent from heaven; 

And thus on thee, most glorious, 
A triple light was given. 

3 Thou art a port protected 
From storms that round us rise; 

A garden intersected 

With streams of Paradise; 

Thou art a cooling fountain 
In life's dry, dreary sand; 

From thee, like Pisgah's mountain, 
We view our promised land. 

4 To-day on weary nations 
The heavenly manna falls; 

To holy convocations 

The silver trumpet calls; 

Where gospel light is glowing 
With pure and radiant beams, 

And living water flowing 
With soul-refreshing streams. 

5 New graces ever gaining 
From this our day of rest, 

We reach the rest remaining 

To spirits of the blest; 
To Holy Ghost be praises ! 

To Father and the Son; 
The Church her voice upraises 

To thee, blest Three in One ! 

U A A s m. j ELLERTON 

This is the day of light; 

Let there be light to-day; 
Day-Spring ! rise upon our night, 
And chase its gloom away. 

2 This is the day of rest ; 
Our failing strength renew; 

On weary brain and troubled breast 
Shed thou thy freshening dew. 

3 This is the day of peace ; 
Thy peace our spirits fill; 

Bid thou the blasts of discord cease, 
The waves of strife be still. 

3 This is the day of prayer; 

Let earth to heaven draw near: 
Lift up our hearts to seek thee there; 

Come down to meet us here. 

5 This is the first of days; 

Send forth thy quickening breath, 
And wake dead souls to love and praise, 

Vanquisher of death! 



250 



THE LORD'S D A Y— P R O V I D E N C E. 



bl^ H. M. E.SCOTT. 

Awake, ye saints ! awake, 

And hail this sacred day ! 
In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay: 
Welcome the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 

2 On this auspicious morn 
The Lord of life arose ; 

He burst the bars of death, 

And vanquished all our foes: 
And now he pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruits of all his love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 
Heaven with hosaunas rings; 

And earth, in humbler strains, 
Thy praise responsive sings: 
Worthy the Lamb ! that once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign ! 

4 Great King ! gird on thy sword, 
Ascend thy conquering car; 

While justice, truth, and love 
Maintain thy glorious war: 
This day let sinners own thy sway, 
And rebels cast their arms away. 

OAO H. M. I. WATTS. 

Lord of the worlds above, 

How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of thy love, 

Thine earthly temples are; 
To thine abode my heart aspires, 
With warm desires to see my God. 

2 O happy souls that pray 
Where God appoints to hear ! 

happy men that pay 

Their const aut service there ! 
They praise thee still; and happy they 
That love the way to Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength, 
Through this dark vale of tears, 

Till each arrives at length, 

Till each in heaven appears: 
glorious seat! where God, our King, 
Shalt thither bring our willing feet. 

4 God is our sun and shield, 
Our light and our defence; 



With gifts his hands are filled, 

We draw our blessings thence: 
Thrice happy he, God of hosts! 
Whose spirit trusts alone in thee. 

Olx L - M - TATE AND BRADY. 

O Lord ! thy mercy, my sure hope ! 

The highest orb of heaven transcends: 
Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope 

Beyond the spreading sky extends. 

2 Thy justice like the hills remains, 
Unfathomed depths thy judgments are; 

Thy providence the world sustains, 
The whole creation is thy care. 

3 Since of thy goodness all partake, 
With what assurance should the just 

Thy sheltering wings their refuge make, 
And saints to thy protection trust ! 

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led, 
To banquet on thy love's repast; 

And drink, as from a fountain's head, 
Of joys that shall for ever last. 

5 With thee the springs of life remain, 
Thy presence is eternal day; 

Oh ! let thy saints thy favor gain, 
To upright hearts thy truth display ! 



61 O 7S- J. RYLAND 

Sovereign Ruler of the skies ! 
Ever gracious, ever wise; 
All our times are in thy hand; 
All events at thy command. 

2 He that formed us in the womb, 
He shall guide us to the tomb; 
All our ways shall ever be 
Ordered by his wise decree. 

3 Times of sickness, times of health, 
Blighting want and cheerful wealth; 
All our pleasures, all our pains, 
Come, and end, as God ordains, 

4 May we always own thy hand ! 
Still to thee surrendered stand! 
Know that thou art God alone, 
We and ours are all thy own ! 



CHIMES, CM. 




THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 



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Father of mercies ! in thy word 

What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy name adored. 

For these celestial lines. 

2 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
And yields a free repast; 

Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
Invite the longing taste. 

3 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice 
Spreads heavenly peace around; 

And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

4 Oh, may these heavenly pages be 
My ever dear delight; 

And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

5 Bivine Instructor, gracious Lord I 
Be thou for ever near; 

Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

DEVIZES. CM. 



O-I I Psalm ng. w. cowper. 

The Spirit breathes upon the word, 
And brings the truth to sight; 

Precepts and promises afford 
A sanctifying light. 

2 A glory gilds the sacred page, 
Majestic, like the sun; 

It gives a light to every age; — 
It gives, but borrows none. 

3 The hand, that gave it, still supplies 
The gracious light and heat; 

Its truths upon the nations rise, — 
They rise, but never set. 

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 
For such a bright display, 

As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

5 My soul rejoices to pursue 
The steps of him I love, 

Till glory breaks upon my view, 
In brighter worlds above. 






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618 C -M- J.LOGAN. 

Lo ! what a cloud of witnesses 

Encompass us around! 
Men once like us with suffering tried, 

But now with glory crowned. 

2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspired, 
Strive in the Christian race; 

And, freed from every weight of sin, 
Their holy footsteps trace. 

3 Behold a witness nobler still, 
Who trod affliction's path ; 

Jesus! the Author, Finisher, 
Re warder of our faith. 

4 He, for the joy before him set, 
And moved by pitying love, 

Endured the cross, despised the shame, 
And now he reigns above. 

5 Thither, forgetting things behind, 
Press we to God's right hand; 

There with the Saviour and his saints, 
Triumphantly to stand. 

619 C -M. SCOTT. 

Our God, how faithful are his ways! 

His love endures the same; 
Nor, from the promise of his grace, 

Blots out his children's name. 

2 Then let the children of the saints 
Be dedicate to God; 

Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord! 
And wash them in thy blood. 

3 Thus to the parent and their seed 
Shall thy salvation come; 

And countless households meet at last, 
In one eternal home. 



C. WESLEY. 



620 sm. 

Soldiers of Christ! arise, 

And gird your armor on! 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 

Through his eternal Son. 
Strong in the Lord of hosts, 

And in his mighty power; 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 

Is more than conqueror. 

2 Soldiers of Christ! arise, 

The God of armies calls 
Unto his mansions in the skies, 

His everlasting halls. 



-BAPTISM— LORD'S SUPPER. 

The angel host appears 

To welcome you in bliss; 
Oh! what is earth, its sighs and tears, 

Its joys, compared to this ? 
3 Stand then in his great might, 

With all his strength endued; 
And take, to arm you for the fight, 

The panoply of God; 
That having all things done, 

And all your conflicts past, 
You may behold your victory won, 

And stand complete at last. 

621 CM. A . STEELE. 

To our Redeemer's glorious name 

Awake the sacred song! 
Oh! may his love (immortal flame!) 

Tune every heart and tongue. 

2 His love ! what mortal thought can reach ? 
What mortal tongue display? 

Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 He- left his radiant throne on high, 
Left the bright realms of bliss, 

And came to earth to bleed and die! 
Was ever love like this? 

4 Dear Lord! while we adoring pay 
Our humble thanks to thee, 

May every heart with rapture say, 

The Saviour died for me! ^ 

5 Oh! may the sweet the blissful theme 
Fill every heart and tongue; 

Till strangers love thy charming Name; 
And join the sacred song. 

622 c.m. NTATK> 

Thou, God! all glory, honor, power, 

Art worthy to receive; 
Since all things by thy power were made, 

And by thy bounty live ! 

2 And worthy is the Lamb ! all power, 
Honor, and wealth to gain, 

Glory and strength; who for our sins 
A sacrifice was slain. 

3 All worthy Thou! who hast redeemed 
And ransomed us to God, 

From every nation, every coast, 
By thy most precious blood. 

4 Blessing and honor, glory, power, 
By all in earth and heaven, 

To him that sits upon the Throne, 
Attfl to the Lamb be given! 



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Like Noah's weary dove, 

That soared the earth around, 

But not a resting-place above 
The cheerless waters found; — 

2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul, 
On restless wing to roam; 

All this wide world, to either pole, 
Hath not for thee a home. 

3 Behold the ark of God ! 
Behold the open door ! 

Oh, haste to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

4 There safe thou shalt abide, 
There sweet shall be thy rest; 

And every longing satisfied, 
With full salvation blest. 

v'rW'X " This is 7tiy bloody e. DENNY. 

Blest feast of love divine ! 

'Tis grace that makes us free 
To feed upon this bread and wine, 

In memory, Lord, of thee. 

2 That blood which flowed for sin, 
In symbol here we see, 

And feel the blessed pledge within, 
That we are loved of thee. 

3 Oh, if this glimpse of love 
Be so divinely sweet, 

What will it be, Lord, above, 
Thy gladdening smile to meet ! 

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For ever here my rest ! 

Close to thy bleeding side; 
This all my hope, and all my plea — 

For me the Saviour died. 

2 My Saviour, and my God ! 

Fountain for guilt and sin ! 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood ! 

And cleanse and keep me clean. 

""*" "The banqueting house." c. weslej. 

Jesus, we thus obey 

Thy last and kindest word, 
And in thine own appointed way 

We come to meet thee, Lord I 

2 Thus we remember thee, 
And take this bread and wine 

As thine own dying legacy, 
And our redemption's sign. 

3 Thy presence makes the feast ; 
Now let our spirits feel 

The glory not to be expressed, — 
The joy unspeakable ! 

4 With high and heavenly bliss 
Thou dost our spirits cheer; 

Thy house of banqueting is this, 
And thou hast brought us here. 

5 Now let our souls be fed 
With manna from above. 

And over us thy banner spread. 
Of everlasting love. 



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My God, and is^hy table spread, 
And doth thy cup with love o'erflow? 

Thither be all thy children led, 

And let them all its sweetness know. 

2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes, 
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ! 

Thrice happy he, who here partakes 
That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 

3 Oh, let thy table honored be, 

And furnished well with joyous guests; 
And may each soul salvation see, 
That here its sacred pledges tastes. 

4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One God whom heaven and earth adore, 

From men, and from the angel-host, 
Be praise and glory evermore ! 

vlrfWO " Our exalted Lord." a. Steele. 

To Jesus, our exalted Lord, 
That name in heaven and earth adored, 
Fain would our hearts and voices raise 
A cheerful song of sacred praise. 

2 But all the notes which mortals know, 
Are weak, and languishing, and low; 
Far, far above our humble songs, 

The theme demands immortal tongues. 

3 Yet whilst around his board we meet, 
And worship at his sacred feet, 

Oh, let our warm affections move, 
In glad returns of grateful love. 



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Dear Lord, amid the throng that pressed 
Around thee on the cursed tree, 

Some loyal, loving hearts there were, 
Some pitying eyes that wept for thee. 

2 Like them may we rejoice to own 

Our dying Lord, tho' crowned with thorn; 
Like thee, thy blessed self, endure 
The cross with all its cruel scorn. 

3 Thy cross, thy lonely path below, 
Show what thy brethren all should be; 

Pilgrims on earth, disowned by those 
Who see no beauty, Lord, in thee. 

DO" The day of Espousals. i. watts. 

Jesus, thou everlasting King ! 
Accept the tribute that we bring; 
Accept the well-deserved renown, 
And wear our praises as thy crown. 

2 Let every act of worship be 
Like our espousals, Lord 1 to thee; 
Like the dear hour, when, from above, 
We first received thy pledge of love. 

3 The gladness of that happy day — 
Our hearts would wish it long to stay; 
Nor let our faith forsake its hold, 
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. 

4 Each following minute, as it flies, 
Increase thy praise, improve our joys, 
Till we are raised to sing thy name, 
At the great supper of the Lamb. 



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According to thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 

I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 
My bread from heaven shall be; 

Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget ? 
Or there thy conflict see, 

Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
And not remember thee? 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 
And rest on Calvary, 

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice ! 
I must remember thee: — 

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains 
And all thy love to me; 

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, 
Will I remember thee. 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and memory flee, 

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Then, Lord, remember me ! 

"d<*rf " The cup 0/ blessing." c. WESLEY. 

Jesus, at whose supreme command, 

We now approach to God, 
Before us in thy vesture stand, 

Thy vesture dipped in blood. 



2 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, 
And make thy nature known; 

Affix thy blessed Spirit's seal, 
And stamp us for thine own. 

3 Obedient to thy gracious word, 
We break the hallowed bread, 

Commemorate our dying Lord, 
And trust on thee to feed. 

4 The cup of blessing, blessed by thee, 
Let it thy blood impart; 

The broken bread thy body be, 
To cheer each languid heart. 



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633 cm 

And are we now brought near to God, 
Who once at distance stood? 

And, to effect this glorious change 
Did Jesus shed his blood ? 

2 Oh ! for a song of ardent praise, 
To bear our souls above ! 

What should allay our lively hope, 
Or damp our flaming love? 

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, 
To praise our heavenly King; 

Oh! may that love which spread this board 
Inspire us while we sing, 

4 " Glory to God! in highest strains, 
And on the earth be peace; 

Good will from heaven to man is come, 
And let it never cease P* 



256 

DO"* 7 s ' H- K< WHITE. 

Oft in danger, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christians! onward go; 
Fight the fight, maintain the strife! 
Strengthened with the Bread of Life. 

2 Onward, Christians! onward go, 
Join the war, and face the foe: 
Will ye flee in danger's hour ? 
Know ye not your Captain's power? 

3 Let your drooping hearts be glad ! 
March! in heavenly armor clad: 
Fight! nor think the battle long; 
Victory soon shall tune your song. 

4 Let not sorrow dim your eye ! 
Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
Let not fears your course impede ! 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

5 Onward, then, in battle move! 
More than conquerors ye shall prove; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldiers, onward go. 

OOO ?S. MRS. M. F. MAUDE. 

Thine for ever! — God of love, 
Hear us from thy throne above! 
Thine for ever may we be, 
Here and in eternity. 

2 Thine forever ! — Lord of life, 
Shield us through our earthly strife: 
Thou the Life, the Truth, the Way, 
Guide us to the realms of day ! 

3 Thine for ever! — Oh! how blest, 
They who find in Thee their rest ! 
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, 
Oh ! defend us to the end. 

4 Thine for ever! — thou our Guide, 
All our wants by thee supplied, 
All our sins by thee forgiven; 

Lead us, Lord ! from earth to heaven 

636 C ' M - J. LOGAN. 

in the morn of life, when youth 

With vital ardor glows, 
And shines in all the fairest charms 

That beauty can disclose: 

2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers 
Are yet by vice enslaved; 

Be thy Creator's glorious Name, 
Aud character engraved; 

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud, 
The sunshine of thy days; 



CONFIRMATION— ORDINATION 



And cares and toils, in endless round, 
Encompass all thy ways; 

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, 
With vain regret, deplore, 

And sadly muse on former joys, 
That now return no more. 

5 True Wisdom, early sought and gained, 
In age will give thee rest; 

O then, improve the morn of life; 
To make its evening blest. 

637 8s > 61 - 

Lord, shall thy children come to thee? 

A boon of love divine we seek: 
Brought to thine arms in infancy, 

Ere heart could feel , or tongue could speak, 
Thy children pray for grace, that they 
May come themselves to thee to-day. 

2 Lord, shall we come? and come again, 
Oft as we see thy table spread, 

And, tokens of thy dying pain, 

The wine poured out, the brokeu bread ? 
Bless, bless, Lord, thy children's prayer, 
That they may come and find thee there. 

3 Lord, shall we come? not thus alone 
At holy time, or solemn rite; 

But every hour till life be flown, 

Through weal or woe, in gloom or light, 
Come to thy throne of grace, that we 
In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be. 

4 Lord, shall we come? come yet again? 
Thy children ask one blessing more: 

To come, not now alone; — but then, 
When life, and death, and time are o'er; 

Then, then to come, Lord, and be 
Confirm'd in heaven, confirm'd by thee. 

OOO L - M ' B . BEDDOME. 

Father of mercies! bow thine ear, 
Attentive to our earnest prayer ! 
We plead for those who plead for thee; 
Successful pleaders may they be ! 

2 How great their work, how vast their 
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge ; [charge ! 
Their best acquirements are our gain; 
We share the blessings they obtain. 

3 Clothe, then, with energy divine, 

Their words; and let those words be thine; 
To them thy sacred truth reveal; 
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 



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257 



4 Teach them to sow the precious seed; 
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed; 
Teach them immortal souls to gain — 
Souls that will well reward their pain. 

5 Let thronging multitudes around 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound; 
In humble strains thy grace implore, 
And feel thy new-creating power ! 

6 Let sinners break their massy chains, 
Distressed souls forget their pains; 

Let light through distant realms bespread, 
And Sion rear her drooping head! 

OOD L. M, j. LOGAN, 

Go forth ye heralds! in my name; 

Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; 
The glorious jubilee proclaim, 

Where'er the human race is found. 

2 The joyful news to all impart, 

And teach them where salvation lies; 
With care bind up the broken heart, 
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 

3 Be wise as serpents, where you go, 
But harmless as the peaceful dove; 

And let your heaven-taught conduct show 
That you 're commissioned from above. 

4 Freely from me ye have received, 
Freely, in love, to others give; 

Thus shall your doctrines be believed, 
And, by your labors, sinners live. 

Oil/ !<• M. J. MONTGOMERY. 

O spirit of the living God! 

In all thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 

Descend on our apostate race! 

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love, 
To preach the reconciling word; 

Give power and unction from above, 
Where'er the joyful sound is heard! 

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light, 
Confusion, order in thy path, 

Souls without strength inspire with might; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath ! 

4 Baptize the nations. Far and nigh 
The triumphs of the cross record; 

The name of Jesus glorify, 

Till every kindred call him, Lord! 



M. B. SMITH. 



641 8s, 6s. 

God of our Fathers! from thy throne 
Look on our work of faith, and own 

This tribute of our love; 
Hallow these courts! and deign to show 
Thy glory to thy church below, 

As to thy church above. 

2 Let Zion here arise and shine ! 
Robed in a glory all divine, 

Because conferred by thee; 
Here let thy truth be heard with faith; 
And souls awake to life, from death, 

By sovereign grace made free! 

3 Here in the ordinance and word, 
Thy voice by every soul be heard, 

And reverently obeyed! 
Give us the will to work for thee; 
That so through us, thy grace may be 

To dying men displayed; 

4 Let all our deeds be wrought in love; 
In holy concord let us move, 

With Christ to lead us on! 
Reveal to us the living way; 
Transform the darkness into day, 

And bring us to thy throne ! 

5 God of all grace! The Father, Son, 
And Holy Spirit, Three in One, 

To whom all glory be! 
Accept as thine this house of prayer, 
Which thus, in faith and holy fear, 

We dedicate to thee. 

UTlW 7 s - j. MONTGOMERY. 

Lord of Hosts! to thee we raise 
Here a house of prayer and praise ; 
Thou thy people's hearts prepare 
Here to meet for praise and prayer! 

2 Let the living here be fed 

With thy word, the heavenly bread; 
Here, in hope of glory blest, 
May the dead be laid to rest! 

3 Here, to thee, a temple stand, 
While the sea shall gird the land; 
Here reveal thy mercy sure, 
While the sun and moon endure. 

4 Hallelujah! earth and sky, 
To the joyful sound reply; 
Hallelujah! hence ascend 

Prayers and praise till time shall end ! 



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The spacious firmament on high, 

With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 

Their great Original proclaim: 

The unwearied sun, from day to day, 

Does his Creator's power display; 

And publishes to every land 

The work of an almighty hand. 

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale; 
And nightly, to the listening earth, 
Repeats the story of her birth; 
While all the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

3 What though in solemn silence, all 
Move round the dark terrestrial ball, — 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found, — 
In reason's ear they all rejoice, 

And utter forth a glorious voice, 
Eor ever singing as they shine, — 
"The hand that made us is divine." 



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Eternal Source of every joy, 

Well may thy praise our lips employ, 

While in thy temple we appear, 

To hail thee, sovereign of the year 1 

Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 

Thy hand supports and guides the whole, 

The sun is taught by thee to rise, 

And darkness when to vail the skies. 

2 The flowery spring at thy command, 
Perfumes the air, adorns the land; 
The summer rays with vigor shine, 

To raise the corn, to cheer the vine. 
Thy hand, in autumn, richly pours, 
Through all our coasts redundant stores: 
And winters, softened by thy care, 
No more the face of horror wear. 

3 Seasons and months, and weeks and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise; 

And be the grateful homage paid, 
With morning light and evening shade. 
Herein thy house let incense rise, 
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes, 
Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 



NATIONAL FAST. MORNING AND EVENING. THE CHURCH, 



259 



645 L - M - ..WATTS. 

Now may the God of grace and power 
Attend his people's humble cry ! 

Defend them in the needful hour, 
And send deliverance from on high. 

2 In his salvation is our hope; 
And in the name of Israel's God, 

Our troops shall lift their banners up, 
Our navies spread their flags abroad. 

3 Some trust in horses trained for war, 
And some of chariots make their boasts ; 

Our surest expectations are 

From thee, the Lord of Heavenly hosts ! 

4 Then save us, Lord ! from slavish fear, 
And let our trust be firm and strong; 

And thy salvation shall appear, 

And hymns of peace conclude our song. 

646 L.M. J.KEBLE. 

New every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought 
Restored to life, and power, and thought. 

New mercies, each returning day, 



4 His smiles and his comforts abound ; 

His grace, as the dew, shall descend; 
And walls of salvation surround 

The soul he delights to defend. 



648 7S,6s,d. s . ; . STONE . 

The Church's one foundation 

Is Jesus Christ her Lord; 
She is his new creation 

By blood and by the word ; 
From heaven he came and sought her 

To be his holy bride; 
With his own blood he bought her, 

And for her life he died. 

2 Elect from every nation, 

Yet one o'er all the earth; 
Her charter of salvation 

One Lord, one faith, one birth. 
One holy name she blesses, 

Partakes one holy food; 
And to one hope she presses, 

With every grace endued. 



Hover around us while we pray ; 
New perils passed, new sins forgiven 

New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. B ylrror7rent asunder 

By heresies distressed: 



3 Though with a scornful wonder, 
Men see her sore oppressed; 



3 The trivial round, the common task, 
Will furnish all we ought to ask. 
Room to deny ourselves; a road 

To bring us daily nearer God. 

4 Only, O Lord! in thy dear love 
Keep us for perfect rest above; 
And help us this, and every day, 
To live more nearly as we pray. 

"t • S ' A. M. TOPLADY. 

Ixspirer and Hearer of prayer! 

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine! 
My all to thy covenant care 

I, sleeping or waking, resign. 

2 If thou art my shield and my sun, 
The night is no darkness to me; 

And, fast as my minutes roll on, 
They bring me but nearer to thee. 

3 A sovereign protector I have, 
U'nseen, yet forever at hand; 

L^nchangeably faithful to save, 
Almighty to rule and command. 



Yet saints their watch are keeping, 
Their cry goes up, " How long?" 

And soon the night of weeping 
Shall be the morn of song. 

4 Mid toil and tribulation, 
And tumult of her war; 

She waits the consummation 

Of peace for evermore: 
Till with the vision glorious 

Her longing eyes are blest; 
And the great Church victorious 

Shall be the Church at rest. 

5 Yet she on earth hath union 
With God, the Three in One, 

And mystic sweet communion 
With those whose rest is won; 

O happy ones and holy! 

Lord! give us grace, that we 

Like them, the meek and lowly, 
On high may dwell with thee. 



260 CLOSE OF WORSHIP, 

ST. MATTHIAS. L. M. 61. 



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Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go: 
Thy word iuto our minds instill: 

And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
With lowly love and fervent will. — Ref. 

2 The day is gone, its hours have run, 
And thou hast taken count of all — 

The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
The broken vow, the frequent fall. — Ref. 

THE LOED'S PBAYEB. 



3 Do more than pardon; give us joy, 
Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 

And simple hearts without alloy 
That only long to be like thee. — Ref. 

4 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
The sinful, unto thee we call; 

Oh, let thy mercy make us glad: 

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It is not death to die — 

To leave this weary road, 
And 'mid the brotherhood on high, 

To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake, in glorious repose 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that sets us free 
Prom dungeon chain, — to breathe the air 
Of boundless liberty. 

4 It is not death to fling 
Aside this sinful dust, 

And rise, on strong exulting wing, 
To live among the just. 

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life ! 
Thy chosen cannot die; 

Like thee, they conquer in the strife, 
To reign with thee on high. 

\jtfU Death of a Minister, j. Montgomery. 

Servant of God, well done ! 

Rest from thy loved employ: 
The battle fought, the victory won, 

Enter thy Master's joy ! 

2 The voice at midnight came; 

He started up to hear; 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame; 

He fell, but felt no fear. 



3 His spirit with a bound 
Left its encumbering clay: 

His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 
A darkened ruin lay. 

4 The pains of death are past, 
Labor and sorrow cease, 

And, life's long warfare closed at last, 
His soul is found in peace. 

5 Soldier of Christ, well done I 
Praise be thy new employ; 

And, while eternal ages run, 
Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 



H. BONAR. 



OOO «< With thy m i g ht." 

Make haste, man, to live, 
For thou so soon must die; 

Time hurries past thee like the breeze; 
How swift its moments fly ! 

2 To breathe, and wake, and sleep, 
To smile, to sigh, to grieve, 

To move in idleness through earth — 
This, this is not to live. 

3 Make haste, man, to do 
Whatever must be done; 

Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, 
Thy day will soon be gone. 

4 Up, then, with speed, and work; 
Fling ease and self away — 

This is no time for thee to sleep — 
Up, watch, and work, and pray I 



262 

OOx S - M - METRICAL PSALMS. 

To bless thy chosen race, 

Iu mercy, Lord! incline; 
And cause the brightness of thy face 

On all thy saints to shine! 

2 That so thy wondrous way 

May through the world be known; 
While distant lands their tribute pay, 
And thy salvation own. 

3 let them shout and sing, 
With joy and pious mirth ; 

For thou, the righteous Judge and King! 
Shalt govern all the earth. 

4 Let differing nations join 
To celebrate thy fame; 

Let all the world, Lord! combine 
To praise thy glorious name. 

5 Then God upon our land 
Shall constant blessings shower; 

And all the world in awe shall stand 
Of his resistless power. 

OOO 8s, 6S. BPg H< Um ONDERDONK. 

When, Lord! to this our western land, 
Led by thy providential hand, 

Our wandering fathers came; 
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth 
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth, 

To keep them in thy name. 

2 Then, through our solitary coast, 
The desert features soon were lost; 

Thy temples there arose; 
Our shores, as culture made them fair, 
Were hallowed by thy rites, by prayer, 

And blossomed as the rose. 

3 And oh! may we repay this debt 
To regions solitary yet, 

Within our spreading land: 
There, brethren, from our common home, 
Still westward, like our fathers, roam; 

Still guided by thy hand. 



MISSIONS. REDEMPTION. 



2 I need no other priest, 
Than one High Priest above; 

His intercession ne'er has ceased 

Since first I kuew his love; 
Through that my faith shall never fail, 
E'en when I pass through death's dark vale. 

3 I need no human ear 

In which to pour my prayer; 
My great High Priest is ever near, 

On him I cast my care: 
To him, him only, I confess, 
Who can alone absolve and bless, 

4 I need no works by me 
Wrought with laborious care, 

To form a meriturious plea 

The bliss of heaven to share ; [grace, 
Christ's finished work, through boundless 
Has there secured my dwelling-place. 

5 I need no other dress, 
I urge no other claim, 

Than his imputed righteousness; 

In him complete I am; 
Heaven's portals at thy word fly wide, 
No passport do I need beside! 



MISS KATE HA.NKEY. 



C. ELLIOTT. 



656 6s, 8s. 

I need no other plea 

With which to approach my God, 
Than his own mercy, boundless, free, 

Through Christ on man bestowed: 
A Father's love, a Father's care 
Receives and answers every prayer. 



657 7S,6s.d. 

Tell me the old, old story, 
Of unseen things above; 
Of Jesus and his glory, 

Of Jesus and his love! 
Tell me the story simply, 

As to a little child; 
For I am weak and weary, 
And helpless and defiled. 
Cho. — Tell me the old, old story, 
Tell me the old, old story, 
Tell me the old, old story, 
Of Jesus and his love. 

2 Tell me the story slowly; 
That I may take it in, 

That wonderful redemption, 

God's remedy for sin! 
Tell me the story often; 

For I forget so soon, 
The "early dew" of morning 

Has passed away at noon. Cho. 

3 Tell me the story softly, 
With earnest tones and grave; 

Remember! I'm the sinner 
Whom Jesus came to save; 



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Tell me the story always! 

If you would really be, 
In any time of trouble, 

A comforter to me. Cho. 
4 Tell me the same old story, 

When you have cause to fear 
That this world's empty glory 

Is costing me too dear; 
Yes! and when that world's glory 

Is dawning on my soul, 
Tell me the old, old story: 

''Christ Jesus makes thee whole!" 

UOU -S. 61. R.M. MC'CHEYNE. 

When this passing world is done; 
When has sunk yon glowing sun ; 
When from off the mount of God 
We review the path we've trod, 
Then, Lord ! shall I fully know, 
Xot till then, how much I owe. 

2 When I stand before the throne, 
Dressed in beauty not my own; 
When I see thee as thou art; 
Love thee with unsinning heart; 
Then, Lord! shall I fully know, 
Xot till then, how much I owe! 

3 When the praise of Heaven I hear, 
Loud as thunder to the ear; 

Loud as many waters' noise, 
Sweet as harp's melodious voice, 
Then, Lord ! shall I fully know, 
Xot till then, how much I owe! 



P. DODDRIDGE. 



659 l m 

All glorious God! what hymns of praise 
Shall our transported voices raise! 
What ardent love and zeal are due, 
While heaven stands open to our view! 

2 Once we were fall'n, and how low! 
Just on the brink of endless woe: 
When Jesus, from the realms above, 
Borne on the wings of boundless love, 

3 Scattered the shades of death and night, 
And spread around his heavenly light: 
By him what wondrous grace is shown 
To souls impoverished and undone! 

4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, 
A bright inheritance as ours; 

Where saints in light our coming wait 
To share their holy, happy state. 



MPTION. 963 

660 C. M. w NEWTON. 

The gospel comes to guilty men 
With news of pardoning grace; 

And brings the prodigal again 
Before the Father's face. 

2 'Tis the sweet story of God's love. 
Incarnate in his Son; 

The purpose of his grace, before 
Creation was begun. 

3 What Jesus is, has done, and is 
In covenant to do, 

Is both the Alpha of its song, 
And its Omega too. 

4 The story of his birth grows bright, 
When read on Calvary's hill; 

And resurrection's glorious light, 
Shows it's diviner still. 

5 It gives to lost and guilty men, 
Faith's all-prevailing plea — 

When Jesus died and rose again, 
He died and rose for me! 

6 Faith makes this saving plea its own, 
And, entering into rest, 

Leans, with the spirit of a son, 
Upon the Father's breast! 

661 8s. v. 

^~»vJA A. M. TOPLADY. 

A debtor to mercy alone, 

Of covenant mercy I sing; 
Xor fear with thy righteousness on, 

My person and offerings to bring: 
The wrath of a sin-hating God 

With me can have nothing to do ; 
My Saviour's obedience and blood 

Hide all my transgressions from view. 

2 The work which his goodness began, 
The arm of his strength will complete ; 

His promise is, "yea and amen," 

And never was forfeited yet. 
Things future, nor things that are now, 

Xor all things below or above; 
Can make him his purpose forego, 

Or sever my soul from his love. 

3 My name, from the palms of his hands, 
Eternity will not erase; 

Impressed on his heart it remains, 

In marks of indelible grace: 
Yes! I to the end shall endure, 

As sure as the earnest is given; 
More happy, but not more secure. 

The souls of the blessed iu heaven ! 



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PALESTINE. L. M. 61. 



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Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 
Hath taught each scene the notes of woe. 

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 
And let thy tears forget to flow; 

Behold, the precious balm is found, 

To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed; 

On Jesus, cast thy weighty load; 
In him thy refuge find, thy rest, 

Safe in the mercy of thy God; 
Thy God's thy Saviour — glorious word I 
For ever love and praise the Lord. 

ODO " Eben-ezer." J. newton. 

Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares 
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares; 
They cast dishonor on thy Lord, 
And contradict his gracious word; 
Brought safely by his hand thus far, 
Why wilt thou now give place to fear? 

2 When first before his mercy-seat 
Thou didst to him thy all commit, 



He gave thee warrant from that hour 
To trust his wisdom, love, and power: 
Did ever trouble yet befall 
And he refuse to hear thy call? 

3 He who has helped thee hitherto, 
Will help thee all thy journey through; 
Though rough and thorny be the road, 
It leads thee home, apace, to God; 
Then count thy present trials small, 
For heaven will make amends for all. 

OUo: " As thy days." L. H. SIGOURNEY. 

When adverse winds and waves arise, 
And in my heart despondence sighs; 
When life her throng of cares reveals, 
And weakness o'er my spirit steals, 
Grateful I hear the kind decree, 
That "as my day, my strength shall be." 

2 One trial more must yet be past, 
One pang — the keenest and the last; 
And when, with brow convulsed and pale, 
My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail, 
Redeemer ! grant my soul to see 
That i( as my day, my strength shall be." 



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Thou art my hiding-place, Lord ! 

In thee I put my trust; 
Encouraged by thy holy word, 

A feeble child of dust: 

1 have no argument beside, 
I urge no other plea; 

And 'tis enough my Saviour died, 
My Saviour died for me ! 

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, 
And furious foes assail, 

My refuge is the mercy-seat, 

My hope within the vail: 
From strife of tongues, and bitter words, 

My spirit flies to thee; 
Joy to my heart the thought affords, 

My Saviour died for me 1 

3 And when thine awful voice commands 
This body to decay, 

And life in its last lingering sands, 

Is ebbing fast away; — 
Then, though it be in accents weak, 

My voice shall call on thee, 
And ask for strength in death to speak, 

" My Saviour died for me." 



Union to Christ. 



OOO Union to jurist. j. 

Lord Jesus, are we one with thee 1 

Oh, height ! oh, depth of love I 
With thee we died upon the tree, 

In thee we live above. 
Such was thy grace, that for our sake 

Thou didst from heaven come down, 
Thou didst of flesh and blood partake, 

In all our sorrows one. 

2 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 
Confessed and borne by thee; 

The gall, the curse, the wrath, were thine, 

To set thy members free. 
Ascended now, in glory bright, 

Still one with us thou art; 
Xor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, 

Thy saints and thee can part. 

3 Oh, teach us, Lord, to know and own 
This wondrous mystery, 

That thou with us art truly one, 

And we are one with thee ! 
Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 

When, seated on thy throne, 
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display, 

That thou with us art one. 



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667 l. m. 

Faith is the Christian's evidence 
Of things unseen by mortal eye ; 

It passes all the bounds of sense, 
And penetrates the inmost sky. 

2 Things absent it can set in view, 
And bring far distant prospects home ; 

Events long passed it can renew, 

And long foresee the things to come. 

3 With strong persuasion from afar 
The heavenly region it surveys, 

Embraces all the blessings there, 
And here enjoys the promises. 

4 By faith a steady course we steer, 
Through ruffling storms and swelling seas 

O'ercome the world, keep down our fear, 
And still possess our souls in peace. 

5 By faith we pass the vale of tears, 
Safe and serene, though oft distressed; 

By faith subdue the king of fears, 
And go rejoicing to our rest. 



FAITH. PRAYER 



With humble confidence look up, 
And know thou hear'st my prayer. 

Give me on thee to wait, 
Till I can all things do; 

On thee, almighty to create, 
Almighty to renew ! 

2 Give me a sober mind, 

A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 

The baits of pleasing ill; 
A soul inured to pain, 

To hardship, grief, and loss; 
Ready to take up and sustain 

The consecrated cross. 

.3 Give me a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near. 

And sees the tempter fly: 
A spirit still prepared, 

And armed with jealous care, 
Forever standing on its guard, 

And watching unto prayer. 



W. NEWTON. 



668 S. M. 

It is by grace we're saved, 

By grace thro' faith alone; 
No works of men, by sin enslaved, 

Can for their sins atone. 

2 'Tis grace the work begins, 
And grace will bring us through ; 

'Tis grace that saves us from our sins, 
And makes us holy too. 

3 Faith is the hand that makes 
God's gracious gift our own; 

But not of merit it partakes — 
We' re saved by grace alone ! 

4 Grace wrought the glorious dress 
In which arrayed, we stand 

Complete in Christ, our Righteousness; 
Fearless at God's right hand. 

5 'T is grace supplies the strength 
For all we have to do; 

And works the full reward at length 
Of ripened glory too. 

669 s. m. d. c WESLEYt 

Jesus! my Strength, my Hope! 
On thee I cast my care; 



4 Give me a true n 
A single, steady aim, 

Unmoved by threatening or reward, 
To thee and thy great name. 

Give me a heart to pray, 
To pray and never cease, 

Never to murmur at thy stay, 
Or wish my sufferings less. 

5 I rest upon thy word 
The promise is for me; 

My succor and salvation, Lord, 
Shall surely come from thee: 

But let me still abide, 

Nor from my hope remove, 

Till thou my patient spirit guide 
Into thy perfect love. 

OlO CM. j NEWTON. 

Approach, my soul ! the mercy-seat, 
Where Jesus answers prayer; 

There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perish there 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 

With this I venture nigh. 
Thou callest burdened souls to thee, 

And such, Lord! am I. 



PRAISE. 



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3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 
By Satan sorely pressed; 

By war without, and fears within. 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; 
That, sheltered near thy side, 

1 may my false accuser face. 

And tell him, thou hast died! 

5 wondrous love! to bleed and die, 
To bear the cross and shame, 

That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead thy gracious name! 

Oil L. M. TATE AND BRADY. 

Oh render thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love! 
Whose mercy firm, through ages past, 
Has stood, and shall forever last. 

2 Who can his mighty deeds express 
Not only vast, but numberless ? 
What mortal eloquence can raise 
His tribute of immortal praise? 

3 Extend to me that favor, Lord! 
Thou to thy chosen dost afford; 
When thou return'st to set them free, 
Let thy salvation visit me. 

4 Let Israel's God be ever blessed, 
His name eternally confessed; 
Let all his saints, with full accord, 
Sing loud Amens: Praise ye the Lord! 

D I 4 L. M . TATE AND BRADY- 

With one consent let all the earth 
To God their cheerful voices raise; 

Glad homage pay, with awful mirth, 
And sing before him songs of praise. 

2 Convinced that he is God alone, 
From whom both we and all proceed; 

We, whom he chooses for his own, 
The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 

3 enter then his temple gate, 
Thence to his courts devoutly press; 

And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
And still his name with praises bless; 

4 For he 's the Lord, supremely good; 
His mercy is forever sure; 



His truth, which always firmly stood, 
To endless ages shall endure! 

07e> S. M. l WATTS. 

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! 

His grace to thee proclaim; 
And all that is within me, join 

To bless his holy name. 

2 bless the Lord, my soul! 
His mercies bear in mind; 

Forget not all his benefits, 
Who is to thee so kind. 

3 He pardons all thy sins, 
Prolongs thy feeble breath; 

He healeth thine infirmities, 
And ransoms thee from death. 

4 He feeds thee with his love, 
Upholds thee with his truth; 

And, like the eagle's, he renews 
The vigor of thy youth. 

5 Then bless the Lord, my soul! 
His grace, his love proclaim; 

Let all that is within me, join 
To bless his holy name. 



E. H. PLUMTRE. 



674 - 

Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, 
Loud thanks to our Almighty King! 
And high our grateful voices raise, 
As our salvation's rock we praise. 

2 Into his presence let us haste, 
To thank him for his favors past; 
To him address, in joyful songs, 
The praise that to his name belongs. 

3 For God, the Lord, enthroned in state, 
Is with unrivaled glory great; 

The depths of earth are in his hand, 
Her secret wealth at his command. 

4 let us to his courts repair, 
And bow with adoration there; 
Low on our knees with reverence fall, 
And on the Lord our Maker call. 

5 For he's our God, our Shepherd he, 
His flock and pasture-sheep are we ; 

then, ye faithful flock, to-day 
His warning hear, his voice obey. 



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Lord, thy glory fills the heaven; 

Earth is with its fullness stored; 
"Unto thee be glory given, 

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
Heaven is still with anthems ringing; 

Earth takes up the angels' cry, 
Holy, holy, holy, singing, 

Lord of hosts, thou Lord most high. 

2 Ever thus in God's high praises, 
Brethren, let our tongues unite, 

While our thoughts his greatness raises, 
And our love his gifts excite: 

With his seraph train before him, 
With his holy church below, 

Thus unite we to adore him, 
Bid we thus our anthem flow. 

3 Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, 
Earth is with its fullness stored; 

Unto thee be glory given, 

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
Thus thy glorious name confessing, 

We adopt the angels' cry, 
Holy, holy, holy, blessing 

Thee, the Lord our God most high ! 



O I O Grace. f. s. key. 

Lord, with glowing heart I' d praise thee 

For the bliss thy love bestows; 
For the pardoning grace that saves me, 

And the peace that from it flows: 
Help, God, my weak endeavor; 

This dull soul to rapture raise; 
Thou must light the flame, or never 

Can my soul be warmed to praise. 

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 
Wretched wanderer, far astray; 

Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 
From the paths of death away; 

Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 

And, the light of hope revealing, 
Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling 
Vainly would my lips express: 

Low before thy footstool kneeling, 
Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless; 

Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 
Love's pure flame within me raise; 

And, since words can never measure, 
Let my life show forth thy praise. 



PRAISE. 



269 



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677 

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God, my King, thy might confessing, 

Ever will I bless thy name; 
Day by day thy throne addressing, 

Still will I thy praise proclaim. 

2 Nor shall fail from memory's treasure, 
Works by love and mercy wrought — 

Works of love surpassing measure, 
Works of mercy passing thought. 

3 Full of kindness and compassion, 
Slow of anger, vast in love, 

God is good to all creation; 

All his works his goodness prove. 

4 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee, 
Thee shall all thy saints adore; 

King supreme shall they -confess thee, 
And proclaim thy sovereign power. 



6 ( 8 8S, 7 S. „. F . LY: 

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, 

To his feet thy tribute bring; 
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, 

Evermore his praises siug. 

2 Praise him for his grace and favor 
To our fathers in distress; 

Praise him, still the same as ever, 
Slow to chide, and swift to bless. 

3 Father-like, he tends and spares us; 
Well our feeble frame he knows; 

In his hands he gently bears us, 
Rescues us from all our foes. 

4 Angels in the height adore him ! 
Ye behold him face to face; 

Saints triumphant, bow before him ! 
Gathered in from every race. 



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270 



PRAISE, TRUST, HOPE, LOVE. 



Ol V 7 S< J. MONTGOMERY. 

Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake and it was done, 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn 
When the Prince of Peace was born; 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away: 
Songs of praise shall crown that day. 
God will make new heavens and earth; 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

4 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice; 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

5 Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then, amidst eternal joy, 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 

OOU C * M - TATE AND BRADY. 

The Lord himself, the mighty Lord, 

Vouchsafes to be my guide; 
The shepherd, by whose constant care 

My wants are all supplied. 

2 In tender grass he makes me feed, 
And gently there repose: 

Then leads me to cool shades, and where 
Refreshing water flows. 

3 He does my wandering soul reclaim, 
And, to his endless praise, 

Instruct with humble zeal to walk 
In his most righteous ways. 

4 I pass the gloomy vale of death 
From fear and danger free; 

For there his aiding rod and staff 
Defend and comfort me. 

5 Since God doth thus his wondrous love 
Through all my life extend, 

That life to him I will devote, 
And in his service spend. 



UOJ- S * S ' BP. H. U. ONDERDONK. 

Although the vine its fruit deny, 
The budding fig tree droop and die, 
No oil the olive yield; 



Yet will I trust me in my God; 
Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod, 
And by his grace be healed. 

2 Though fields, in verdure once arrayed, 
By whirlwinds desolate be laid, 

Or parched by scorching beam; 
Still in the Lord shall be my trust, 
My joy; for, though his frown is just, 

His mercy is supreme. 

3 Though from the folds the flock decay, 
Though herds lie famished o'er the lea, 

And round the empty stall; 
My soul above the wreck shall rise; 
Its better jovs are in the skies; 

There God is all in all! 

4 In God my strength, howe'er distressed 

1 yet will hope, aud calmly rest, 

Nay, triumph in his love: 
My lingering soul, my tardy feet, 
Free as the hind he makes, and fleet, 

To speed my course above. 

6oi L - M - j. NEWT0N . 

As, when the weary traveler gains 

The height of some commanding hill, 
His heart revives, if o'er the plains 
He sees his home, though distant still; 

2 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views. 
By faith, his mansion in the skies, 

The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 

3 The thought of heaven his spirit cheers; 
No more he grieves for troubles past; 

Nor any future trial fears, 

So he may safe arrive at last. 

4 Jesus! on thee our hopes we stay, 
To lead us on to thine abode; 

Assured thy love will far o'erpay 
The hardest labors of the road. 

V&O C - M - F.WHITFIELD. 

There is a name I love to hear; 

I love to sing its worth; 
It sounds like music in mine ear, 

The sweetest name on earth. 
2 It tells me of a Saviour's love, 

Who died to set me free; 
It tells me of his precious blood, 

The sinner's perfect plea. 



LOVE, JOY, HUMILITY. 



271 



3 It tells me of a father's smile, 
Beaming upon his child: 

It cheers me through this little while, 
Through deserts waste and wild. 

4 Jesus! the Name I love so well! 
The name I love to hear; 

No saint on earth its worth can tell, 
Xo heart conceive how dear! 

5 This name shall shed its fragrance still 
Along this thorny road, 

Shall sweetly smooth this rugged hill 
That leads me up to God. 

6 And there, with all the 'blood-bought 
From sin and sorrow free, [throng, 

I'll sing the new, eternal song 
Of Jesus' love to me! 



W. NEWTON. 



684 7S.D. 

Come, my soul! by sin oppressed, 

Come! the Saviour's fullness prove; 
Lean thy head upon his breast; 

Listen to his words of love — 
Canst thou tell the boundless height 

Of the Father's love to me ? 
Know'stthou of its deathless might? 

Such is that I have for thee! 

2 Thou wert precious in my sight, 
Ere the world from nothing came; 

Then in thee I took delight, 
And I called thee by thy name, 

Do not think thou art forgot; 
In my heart thy name I bear, 

And in every future lot, 

I will make thy wauts my care. 

3 When the storm is passing by, 

I will hide thee 'neath my wing; 
And, when thou art called to die, 

Home, at last, I'll safely bring! 
Cast away thy doubts and fears; 

Thou, my faithfulness shall prove; 
And, when sight is dimmed by tears, 

Trust the fullness of my love ! 

685 CM. F. ZAVIER. 

Thou! thou! my Jesus! thou didst me 

Upon the cross embrace; 
For me didst bear the nails and spear, 

And manifold disgrace 
2 And grief and torments numberless, 

And sweat of agony, 



E'en death itself; and all for me 
Who was thine enemy! 

3 Then why, blessed Jesus Christ! 
Should I not love thee well? 

Xot for the hope of winning heaven, 
Or of escaping hell; 

4 Xot with the hope of gaining aught; 
Or seeking a reward; 

But as thyself hast loved me, 
O ever-loving Lord! 

5 E'en so I love thee, and will love, 
And in thy praise will sing; 

Solely because thou art my God, 
And my eternal King ! 

OoO c. m. PRE6 COL- 

Joy is a fruit that will not grow 

In nature's barren soil; 
All we can boast, till Christ we know, 

Is vanity and toil. 

2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, 
A sense of pardoning love; 

A hope that triumphs over death, 
Give joys like those above. 

3 These are the joys which satisfy 
And purify the mind; 

Which make the spirit mount on high, 
And leave the world behind. 

4 Xo more, believer! mourn thy lot; 
thou! who art the Lord's; 

Resign to those who know him not, 
Such joy as earth affords. 

OO • 7S- j. MONTGOMERY. 

Lord ! forever at thy side, 
Let my place and portion be: 

Strip me of the robe of pride; 
Clothe me with humility ! 

2 Meekly may my soul receive 
All thy spirit hath revealed; 

Thou hast spoken — I believe, 
Though the oracle be sealed. 

3 Humble as a little child, 
Weaned from the mother's breast: 

By no subtleties beguiled, 
On thy faithful word I rest. 

4 Israel ! now and evermore 
In the Lord Jehovah trust! 

Him, in all his ways, adore, 
Wise, and wonderful, and just I 



272 

OOO C - M H. BONAR 

A mind at perfect peace with God, 

Oh! what a word is this! 
A sinner, reconciled through blood! 

This, this indeed is peace. 

2 By nature and by practice far, 
How very far from God! 

Yet now, by grace, brought nigh to Him! 
Through faith in Jesus' blood. 

3 So nigh, so very nigh to God, 
I cannot nearer be! 

For in the person of his Son, 
I am as near as he. 

4 So dear, so very dear to God, 
More dear I cannot be; 

The love wherewith he loves the Sou, 
Such is his love to me! 

UOW s. M. H. BONAR. 

I hear the words of love, 
I gaze upon the blood, 

1 see the mighty sacrifice, 

And I have peace with God. 

2 'Tis everlasting peace; 
Sure as Jehovah's name; 

'Tis stable as his steadfast throne, 
Forevermore the same. 

3 The clouds may go and come, 
And storms may sweep my sky; 

This blood-sealed friendship changes not; 
The cross is ever nigh! 

4 I change, he changes not; 
The Christ can never die; 

His love, not mine, the resting-place; 
His truth, not mine, the tie. 

0«/U 8S, 7S, j. MONTGOMERY. 

God shall charge his angel legions 
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep; 

Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
Though in desert wilds thou sleep! 

2 On the lion vainly roaring, 

On his young, thy foot shall tread; 
And, the dragon's den exploring, 

Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head! 

3 Since, with pure and firm affection, 
Thou on God hast set thy love, 

With the wings of his protection 
He will shield thee from above. 



PEACE, COURAGE, INVITATION. 



4 Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 
He will hearken, he will save; 

Here for grief reward thee double, 
Crown with life beyond the grave! 

691 C. M. D. H. BONAR. 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

" Come unto me and rest! 
Lay down, thou weary one! lay down, 

Thy head upon my breast." 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn and sad; 

1 found in him a resting-place, 

And he has made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
" Behold I freely give 

The living water, thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink and live;" 

I came to Jesus, and I drank 
Of that life-giving stream; 

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 
And now I live in him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 
"I am this dark world's light; 

Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, 
And all thy day be bright ; " 

1 looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my Star, my Sun; 
And in that light of life I'll walk 
Till traveling days are done. 

Ot/rW S - M * B P. H. U. ONDERDONK 

The Spirit, in our hearts, 

Is whispering, sinner! come! 
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims 

To all his children, come! 

2 Let him that heareth, say 
To all about him, come! 

Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the fountain, come. 

3 Yes, whosoever will, 
let him freely come! 

And freely drink the stream of life: 
'Tis Jesus bids him come. 

4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, 
Declares, I quickly come! 

Lord! even so; I wait thy hour; 
Jesus, my Saviour! come! 



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See the eternal Judge descending ! 

View hini seated on his throne ! 
Kow, poor sinner, now lamenting, 

Stand and hear thine awful doom; 
Trumpets call thee, 

Stand and hear thine awful doom ! 

2 Hear the cries he now is venting, 
Filled with dread of fiercer pain ; 

While in anguish thus lamenting 
That he ne'er was born again — 

Greatly mourning 
That he ne'er was born again. 

3 "Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, 
With the marks of dying love ; 

Oh, that I had sought his favor 
When I felt his Spirit move — 

Golden moments. 
When I felt his Spirit move ! " 

BREST. 8s, 7s, 4s. 



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Day of judgment ! day of wonders ! 

Hark ! — the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 

Shakes the vast creation round: 
How the summons 

Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 
Clothed in majesty divine ! 

You, who long for his appearing, 
Then shall say, "This God is mine P 

Gracious Saviour ! 
Own me in that day for thine. 

3 At his call, the dead awaken, 
Rise to life from earth and sea; 

All the powers of nature, shaken 
By his looks, prepare to flee: 

Careless sinner ! 
What will then become of thee ? 

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PARADISE. P.M. 



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Paradise! O Paradise ! 
Who doth not crave for rest? 

Who would not seek the happy land 
Where they that loved are blest ? 
Where loyal hearts and true 
Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through, 
In God's most holy sight. 

2 Oh Paradise ! Paradise ! 
The world is growing old; 

Who would not be at rest and free 
Where love is never cold ? 

Where loyal hearts and true, etc. 

3 O Paradise! Paradise! 
'Tis weary waiting here; 

1 long to be where Jesus is, 



To feel, to see him near; 

Where loyal hearts and true, etc. 

4 Paradise ! Paradise ! 
I want to sin no more; 

I want to be as pure on earth 
As on thy spotless shore; 

Where loyal hearts and true, etc. 

5 Paradise ! Paradise ! 
I greatly long to see 

The special place my dearest Lord 
In love prepares for me ; 

Where loyal hearts and true, etc. 

6 Lord Jesus! King of Paradise! 
Oh! keep me in thy love 

And guide me to that happy land 
Of perfect rest above; 
Where loyal hearts and true, etc. 



\)*JO 73' J. MONTGOMERY. 

Palms of glory, raiment bright, 
Crowns that never fade away, 

Gird and deck the saints in light; 

Priests and kings, and conqu'rors they. 

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms 
To the Lamb amid the throne, 

And proclaim in joyful psalms, 
Victory through his cross alone. 



3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, 
Crying as they strike the chords — 

"Take the kingdom! it is thine, 
King of kings, and Lord of lords!" 

4 'Round the altar, priests confess, 
If their robes are white as snow, 

'Twas their Saviour's righteousness, 
And his blood, that made them so. 



HEAVEN. MISCELLANEOUS. 



275 



ST. BERNARD, 
Tr. J. M, NEALE. 



697 7S, 6s, d. 

For thee, O dear, dear country! 

Mine eyes their vigils keep; 
For very love, beholding 

Thy happy name, they weep. 
The mention of thy glory 

Is unction to the breast; 
And medicine in sickness, 

And love, and life, and rest. 

2 O one, O only mansion ! 
O paradise of joy! 

Where tears are ever banished, 

And smiles have no alloy; 
The Lamb is all thy splendor, 

The Crucified thy praise; 
His praise and benediction 
Thy ransomed people raise. 

3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks! 
Thy streets with emeralds blaze! 

The sardius and topaz 

Unite in thee their rays; 
Thine ageless walls are bonded 

With amethyst unpriced; 
The saints build up its fabric; 

The corner-stone is Christ. 

4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! 
Thou hast no time, bright day! 

Dear fountain of refreshment 

To pilgrims far away! 
Upon the Rock of ages 

They raise thy holy tower; 
Thine is the victor's laurel, 

And thine the golden dower. 

698 8S, 6S. J.MERRICK. 

With joy shall I behold the day 
That calls my willing soul away, 

To dwell among the blessed; 
For, lo ! my great Redeemer's power 
Unfolds the everlasting door, 

And points me to His rest. 

2 E'en now, to my expecting eyes 
The heaven-built towers of Salem rise; 

Their glory I survey; 
I view her mansions, that contain 
The angel hosts, a beauteous train, 

And shine with cloudless day. 

3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, 
All the redeemed of God ascend, 

Borne on immortal wing; 



There crowned with everlasting joy, 
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ, 
Before the Almighty King. 

4 Mother of cities ! o'er thy head 

Bright peace, with healing wings outspread, 

For evermore shall dwell; 
Let me, blessed seat! my name behold 
Among thy citizens enrolled, 

And bid the world farewell. 



J. LOGAN. 



699 cm. 

Supreme in wisdom as in power, 

The Rock of Ages stands; 
Thou canst not search his mind, or trace 

The working of his hands. 

2 He gives the conquest to the weak, 
Supports the fainting heart; 

And courage in the evil hour 
His heavenly aids impart. 

3 Mere human energy shall faint, 
And youthful vigor cease; 

But those who wait upon the Lord, 
In strength shall still increase. 

4 They, with unwearied step, shall tread 
The path of life divine ; 

With growing ardor onward move, 
With growing brightness shine. 

5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar. 
On wings of faith and love; 

Till, passed the sphere of earth and sin, 
They rise to heaven above. 

700 CM. J.LOGAN. 

Oh! happy is the man who hears 

Religion's warning voice! 
And who celestial wisdom makes 

His early, only choice. 

2 For she has treasures greater far 
Than east or west unfold; 

More precious are her bright rewards 
Than gems, or stores of gold. 

3 Her right hand offers to the just 
Immortal happy days; 

Her left, imperishable wealth 
And heavenly crowns displays. 

4 And, as her holy labors rise, 
So her rewards increase; 

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her paths are peace. 



276 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



701 



8s > 7 s - F. R. HAVERGAL. 

Now the sowing and the weeping, 
"Working hard and waiting long; 

Afterward the golden reaping, 
Harvest home and grateful song! 

2 Now the pruning, sharp, unsparing, 
Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot; 

Afterward the plenteous bearing 
Of the Master's pleasant fruit. 

3 Now the long and toilsome duty, 
Stone by stone to carve and bring; 

Afterward the perfect beauty 
Of the palace of the King. 

4 Now the tuning and the tension, 
"Wailing minors, discord strong; 

Afterward the grand ascension 
Of the Alleluia song. 

5 Now the spirit, conflict-riven, 
Wounded heart, unequal strife; 

Afterward the triumph given, 
And the victor's crown of life. 

6 Now the training, strange and lowly, 
Unexplained and tedious now; 

Afterward the service holy, 

And the Master's "Enter thoul" 



W. NEWTON. 



702 cm. 

In vain the spirit seeks to find, 

An all-prevailing plea, 
Till peace comes to the troubled mind, 

O Lamb of God! in thee. 

2 We have no altar but the cross, 
No sacrifice but thine; 

All other priesthood is but dross — 
Thine only is divine. 

3 Our sins that as a burden press, 
Jehovah laid on thee; 

And in the Lord, our righteousness, 
Our guilty souls go free. 

4 But not a spot of guilt remains; 
For thine atoning blood 

Washes away our darkest stains, 
And makes us priests to God! 

5 The grace that saves us, sanctifies; 
And bursting every chain, 

Constrains the ransomed soul to rise 
And live with Christ again! 

6 Thus, with his perfect fulness blessed, 
And centered in his love; 

We enter here the perfect rest 
Which waits for us above. 



INDEX OF TUNES 



It is to he understood that most of the Music included in this Collection is introduced "hy permission," 
either purchased or given. It must, therefore, not he used in any other, without the consent of the 
authors or of those who hold the copyright of the Tunes. 







Page. 






Page. 






Page. 


ADRIAN 


.S. M 


.... 253 


Creation 


..L. M. D. 


.... 258 


Happy Day 


..L. M.... 


.... 178 


A Little While.. 


.lis, 10s.. 


50 


Cutting 


..6s, 4s 


228 


Hark 


.P. M 


67 


Alexander 


..S. M 


118 








Harwell 


..8s, 7s, D. 


75 


All the Days ... 


.P. M.... 


115 


Dallas 


..7s 


.. 24 


Haslam 


.L. M 


71 


All to Christ.... 


.P.M 


92 


Dalston 


..S. P. M.. 


. 1 


Haven 


..C M.... 


.... 56 




.6s, 4s 


.. 227 


Dawn 

Dedham 


..S. M.... 
.C M.... 
..S. M 


199 

.140, 255 
..46, 123 


Haverhill 

Haydn 

Heavenly Fold 
Heber 


.S.M 

..S.M 

..C M. D 


206 




..78,6s, D. 
.L.M. 61. 
.CM.... 


195 

226 


80 




177 


Antioch 


.... 66 


Dependence ... 


..P. M.... 


.. 105 


.CM 


143 


Anvern 


L. M 


189 


Detroit 


..S. M 


96 


Hebron 


-L.M .... 


45 


Appleton 

Arcadia 


.L. M.... 
..CM 


188 

119 


Devizes 

Dijon 


..C M 

.78 


251 

.. 24 


Hendon 


.7s 


2 


Henley 

Herald Angels. 


.118,103... 


7 


Ariel 


..CP. M. 


.... 145 


Dix 


.7s, 61 


.. 25 


..7s,D 


230 


Arlington 


..CM.... 


.... 87 


Dorrnance 


..8s, 7s 


.160, 180 


Hermon 


..CM 


110 




.CM 

.L.M 


43 

99 


Dover 

Downs 


..S. M .... 
.C M... 


190 

.. 62 


Herold 




25 


Ash well 


Holley 




49 


Assurance 


..10s 


.... 227 


Duke St 


..L.M 


.153, 224 


Holy Cross 


.CM 


143 


Athens 


..CM. D. 


91 


Dunbar 


..S. M 


.... 199 


Horton 


..7s 


..23, 102 


Augustus 


..CM.... 


.... 204 


Dundee 


..C M.... 


35 


Houghton 


.103,118... 


132 


Aurelia 


.78, 68, D 


.... 104 








Howard 


..CM 


204 


Austria 


..8s, 78, D.. 
.88, 7s, D. 


.... 115 
.... 36 


Easter Hymn. 
Easton 


..7s 

..L.M.... 


241 

254 


Hursley 

Hymn of Joy. . 


..L.M 

.8s, 7s, D. 


..44, 137 


Autumn 


.... 237 


Avison, 


118,108... 


.... 232 


Eisenach 


..L. M.... 


193 








Avon 


.CM 


..72, 107 


Elizabethtown. 


..C M.... 


69 


I AM COMING... 


..P.M 


93 


Azmon 


.CM 


..20, 176 


Ellesdie 


.8s, 7s, D. 


114 


I'm a Pilgrim . . 


.P.M 


212 




.C M.... 


.... 95 


Emmelar 


.6s, 5s 


50 

114 


Ingham 

Inverness 


.L.M 

..S. M 


98 


Balerma 


Essex 




.... 174 


Barber 


..S. ML... 


.... 37 


Evan 


.CM 


..6, 111 


lola 


.C. M 


57 


Barhy 


..CM.... 


200 


Evening 


.S. M 


....! 47 


Iowa 


..S. M 


85 


Bartimeus 


..8s, 7s 


.... 134 


Evening Hy... 


.L.M 


44 


Italian Hy 


.63, 4s 


8 


Bavaria 


.8s, 7s, D. 
..8s, 7s, D. 
.P.M 


175 

4 

.... 169 


Evening Praise 

Eventide 

Ewing 


.P. M.... 
.10s 


17 

48 


Jazer 

Jerusalem 


..CM 

..CM. D. 




Bayley 


233 


Beauteous Day 


.7s, 6s, D. 


.... 221 


59 


Bedan 


..S. M.... 


.... 167 


Expostulation.. 


.lis 


97 


Jesus, My All. . 


..6s, 4s 


3 


Belmont 


.CM 


6 








Jewett 


.6s, D 


158 






236, 223 
98 


Faben 




268 


Jordan 

Joyful Sound.. 


C M D 


207 

209 


Bera 


.L.M 


Fatherland 


.P. M.... 


.... 126 


.C M. D. 


Bethany 


..6s, 4s 


108 


Federal St 


.L.M 


.136, 197 


Judgment Hy. 


.P.M 


205 


Better Land 


.7S, 61 


217 


Ferguson 


• S.M 


157 








Beulah 


..7s, D.... 
..7s,D.... 


.... 212 
.... 34 


Flemming 

Forest 


..8s, 6s 

.L.M.... 


.... 162 
.... 60 


Knox 


..CM.... 


56 


Blumenthal 






Boylston 


..S. M.... 


21 


Fountain 


.C M.... 


.... 86 


Lab an 


.S.M 


122 


Brattle St 


..CM. D. 


.... 58 


Frederick 


.118 


.... 194 


Langton 

Laodicea 

Last Beam 


..S.M 


29 


Bread of Life, . . 


..6S, 4s 

..C P. M.. 


.... 8 
127 


Fulton 


.7s 


79 


..P. M.... 
.P.M 


104 


Bremen 








.... 51 


Brest 


..8s, 7s, 4s. 


273 


Ganges 


-C P. M. 


.... 83 


Laud 


.C M 


.... 35 


Bridgman 

Brown 


C M 






..8s, 7s, D. 


105 




P M 




..CM.... 


.... 155 


Geer 


.CM 


.... 141 


Leighton 


-S. M 


...9, 166 


Bryant 


..C M. D. 


.... 225 


Geneva (1) 


.C M 


.... 59 


Lenox 


.H.M.... 


.... 90 


Byefield 


..CM... 


.... 27 


Geneva (2) 


-7s, 6s, D. 


.... 195 


Leoni 


..6s, 8s, 48. 


.... 246 








Gerhardt 


.7s, 6s, D. 


74 


Life 


.8s, 7s, 7s. 


.... 100 


CANA 


-US 


.... 128 


Germany 


.L. M.... 


.... 70 


Light of the W 


.P. ML... 


.... 138 


Canaan 


.C M. D. 


.... 214 


Glasgow 


_.C. M.... 


.... 90 


Linwood 


..L.M 


.... 30 


Carthage 

Caskey 

Chapel 


.8s, 7s.... 
.7s,6s,D. 


.... 76 
.... 124 


Gloria Patri 

Glorv 


..Irr 

.S. M.... 


.... 64 
15 




S M. 


15 


Louvan 


.L.M 


61 


.7s 


2 


God's Love 


.7s, 6s, D. 


.... 64 


Love Divine 


..8s, 7s, D. 


.... 4 


Chenies 


.78, 6s, D. 


.... 55 


Gorton 


..S. M.... 


.... 82 


Loving Kindness. L. M 


.... 88 


Chester 


.CM 


78 


Goshen 


..lis 


129 


Lowry 


.L. M.... 


.... 213 


Chimes 


.CM.... 


251 


Grace 


.8s, 7s, 4s. 


100 


Luther 


..S. M 


.156, 190 


China 


.CM.... 


201 


Grace Church.. 


-L. M.... 


.... 137 


Luton 


.L. M 


.... 173 


Christmas 


..C M 


.120, 231 


Gratitude 


-L.M 


.... 152 


Lutzen 


-CM 


.... 40 


Church 


..CM 


13 


Green Pastures 


..P.M.... 


.... 228 


Lux Benign a... 


.10s, 4s.... 


161 


Clapton 


..S. M 


.... 123 


Greenport 


-C M. D. 


.... 265 


Lyons 


..108, 118.. 


42 


Colchester 


.CM 


27 


Greenville 


-8s, 7s, 4s. 


53 


Lyte 


.63, 43 


.... 139 


Come, Sinner . . 


.7s, 4s .... 


107 


Greenwood 


.8. M 


.135, 261 








Come, ye Dis... 


..lis. 10s.. 


.... 101 


Grigg 


.CM 


69 


Magill 


.lis 


.... 147 


Commuuion 


.CM 


72 


Grostette 


.L. M.... 


.... 192 


Maitlaud 


-C. M 


.... 121 


Coolins: 


.CM 


Ill 


Guide 


.78,61 


148 


Manoah 


.C M 


...C3, 73 


Corinth 


..CM 


151 








Marlow 


.C. M.... 


.... 42 


Coronation 


..CM.... 


38 


Halle 


-73,6? 


149 


Martyn 


..73, D 


.102, 113 


Coventry 


.CM.... 


.... 210 


Hamburg 


.L.M 


..71,178 


Mason 


..6s, 4s.... 


.... 109 


Cowper 


..CM 


.... 86 


Hamden 


..8s, 7s, 4s. 


187 


Melcombe 


..L.M.... 


.... 19 



278 



METRICAL INDEX. 







Page. 




.C. M .. 




Mercy 


..7s 


-.79, 159 


Meribah 


.C. P. M. 


. . 83, 202 


Messiah 


..7s,D.... 


.... 10 


Middleton 


..8s, 7s,D 


.... 165 


Migdol 

Miles Lane 


.L. M.... 


.... 19 


.C. M 


.... 38 


Milwaukee 




.... 161 


Miriam 


.7s, 6s, D.. 


..65,220 


Mission Song . . 






Missionary Ch. 


.L. M 


.116, 193 


Missionary Hy. 


.7s, 6s, D. 


.... 183 


More Love 


..68, 4s 


.... 108 




S. M 


80 


Mozart 


-7s 


242 


Mt. Auburn 


..C. M.... 


150 


Mt. Blanc 


..P.M.... 


.... 216 


My Life Flows on. P. M 


.... 247 


Naomi 


..C. M.... 


.... 151 


Nauford 


..P. ML... 


.... 179 


Naumann 


..C. M.... 


210 


Nettleton 


..8s, 7s, D. 


.... 179 


Newborn" 


..C. M.... 


.... 233 


Nicaea 


..P. M.... 


246 


Northfield 


..C. M.... 


215 


Nunda 


..L. M. D. 


.... 202 


Nuremburg 


..78, 61 


.... 106 


Oberlin 


..L. M.... 


.... 31 


Old Hundred . . 


.L. M.... 


.... 32 


Oliphant 


..8s, 7s, 4s 


.... 52 


Olive's Brow... 


..L.M.... 


.... 239 


Olivet 


-6S, 4S 


.139,174 


Olmutz 


..S. M 


118, 198 


Olney 


..S.M.... 


.... 81 


Onido 


.78, D 


. ... 41 


Ortonville 


.CM.... 


.... 68 


Overberg 


.L. M.... 


.... 45 


Owen 


.S.M 


.... 96 


PACKINGTON . . . 


.S.M.... 


.... 16 


Palestine 


.L. M. 6L 


.... 264 


Palestrina 


.CM.... 


.... 131 


Paradise 


..P.M.... 


.... 274 


Park Street.... 


.L. M.... 


.... 117 


Patnah 


..7a, 6s, D. 


.... 74 


Paulina 


.lis 


.... 146 


Pax Dei 


.108 


.... 48 


Pearl Street 


..8s, 7s.... 
.CM 


181 


Peniel 


142 


Peterboro' 


.CM.... 


.... 13 


Pilot 


.7s, 61.... 


.... 226 


Pleyel'sHy .... 


..78 


.... 11 


Portuguese Hy 


..L. M.... 


.... 39 


Portuguese Hy 


..118 


.... 128 



Prayer S. M. 

Prince L. M. 



Page. 

... 85 
... 12 



RATHBUN 8s, 7s, 76,186 

Beden 6s, 4s 109 

Refuge 7s, D 113 

Regent Square . . 8s, 7s 66 

Remsen CM 172 

Renovation S.M 122 

Repentance L. M 84 

Repose 7s, 61 149 

Rest L. M 197 

Retreat L. M 30 

Return CM 95 

Rhine CM 208 

Rialto S. M 130 

Rock of Ages ....7s,6i 182 

Rockingham L. M 70 

Rogers C M 121 

Rolland L. M 18 

Romberg C M 163 

Roseneld 7s, 61 148 

Rothwell L. M 77 

Rutherford P. M 216 



Sabbath 7s, 61 

Scotland 12s 

Scudamore 7s 

Segur 8s, 7s, 4s 

Seymour 7s 

Shawmut S. M 

Shepherd 8s, 7s 

Shining Shore P. M 

Shirland S. M 

Sicily 8s, 7s 

Siloam C M 

Silver St S. M 

Simpson C M 

Solitude 7s 

Solitude L. M 

Solney 88, 7s 

Southport C. M 26, 

Spanish Hy 7s, 61 92, 

St. Agnes C M 

St. Ann's C M 

St. Bride S.M 

St. Chad 8s, 7s, D 

St. Edmund' a.... L. M 

St. George 7s, D 

St. Gertrude 6s, 5s, D 

St. Matthias L. M. 61 

St. Thomas S. M 

Star of Beth L. M. D 

State St S. M 

Stephanos P. M 

Stephens C M 



Page. 

Still Water lis, 10s 144 

Stockwell 8s, 7s 53, 171 

Stoughton 8s, 7s, D 164 

TAMWORTH 88, 7s, 4s 273 

Tappan C M 219 

TelltheStory 7s,6s, D 94 

Tharaw 7s, 61 106 

Thatcher S. M 157 

The Lord's Prayer. Irr 28 

The Lord'sPrayer. Chant 260 

The Ninety and N. P. M 89 

The Ro'ck that. . .P. M 203 

Theodora 7s 11 

Thy Will Chant 162 

Topaz P. M 131 

Tnste 8s, 7s, D 160 

Truro L. M 60 

Trusting 7s 112 

Uxbridge L. M.... 



.. 54 

VALENTIA C M 154 

Varina C M. D 206 

Vesper 8s, 7s 218 

Vesper Hymn ...8s, 7s D 269 

Victory 8s, 7s, 4s 211 

Vienna 7s 10 

Vigil S. M 206 



WARD L. M 

Ware , L. M 

Warner L. M 

Webb 7s, 6s, D.. 125, 

Wells L. M 

Welton L. M 

Wesley lis, 10s 

Westminster 8s, 7s 

What a Friend... 8s, 7s, D 

Whitefield S. M 

Why not To-n'ht.L. M 

Willberforce 7s, 61 

Willoughby C P.M 

Wilson 8s, 7s 

Wimborne L. M 

Wood S.M 

Woodland CM 

Woodstock C M 

Woodworth L. M 

Work Song P. M 



167 



YARMOUTH 7S, 6S,D. 

York C M.... 



125 

57 



ZEPHYR L. M 12, 196 

Zerah C M 231 

Zion, 88,7s, 4s 187 



METRICAL INDEX. 



L. M. Page. 

Anvern 189 

Appleton 188 

Ashwell 99 

Bera 98 

Duke St 153, 224 

Easton 254 

Eisenach 193 

Evening Hymn 44 

Federal St 136, 197 

Forest 60 

Germany 70 

Grace Church 137 

Gratitude 152 



L. M. Page. 
Grostette 192 

Hamburg 71,178 

Happy Day 178 

Haslam 71 

Hebron 45 

Hursley 44,137 

Ingham 98 

Llnwood 30 

Louvan 61 

Loving Kindness 88 

Lowry 213 

Luton 173 

Melcombe 19 

Migdol 19 



L. M. Page. 

Missionary Chant 116, 193 

Oberlin 31 

Old Hundred 32 

Olive's Brow 239 

Overberg 45 

Park Street 117 

Portuguese Hymn 39 

Prince 12 

Repentance 84 

Rest 197 

Retreat 30 

Rockingham 70 

Rolland. 18 

Rothwell 77 



METRICAL INDEX. 



279 



L. M. Page. 

St. Edmund's 196 

Solitude 239 

Truro. 60 

Uxbridge 54 

Ward 188 

Ware 33 

Warner 103 

Wells 84 

Welton 173 

Why not To-night 99 

Whnborne 116 

Woodworth 103 

Zephyr 12, 196 

L. M. 6 lines. 

And Can it Be 226 

Palestine 264 

St. Mathias 260 

L. M. D. 

Creation 258 

Nunda 202 

Star of Bethlehem 133 

CM. 

Antioch 66 

Arcadia 119 

Arlington 87 

Armenia 43 

Augustus 204 

Avon 72, 107 

Azmon 20,176 

Balerma 95 

Barby 200 

Belmont 6 

Bridgman 155 

Brown 155 

Byefleld 27 

Chester 78 

Chimes 251 

China 201 

Christmas 120, 231 

Church 13 

Colchester 27 

Communion 72 

Cooling Ill 

Corinth 151 

Coronation 38 

Coventry 210 

Cowper 86 

Dedham 140, 255 

Devizes 251 

Downs 62 

D undee 35 

Elizabethtown 69 

Evan 6, 111 

Fountain 86 

Geer 141 

Geneva (1) 59 

Glasgow 90 

Grigg 69 

Haven 56 

Heber 143 

Hermon 110 

Holy Cross 143 

Howard 204 

lola 57 

J azer 233 

Knox 56 

Laud 35 

Lutzen 40 

Maitland 121 

Manoah 63, 73 



C. M. Page. 

Marlow 42 

M elody 142 

Miles Lane 38 

Mt. Auburn 150 

Naomi 151 

Naumann 210 

Newbold 233 

Northneld 215 

Orton ville 68 

Palestrina 131 

Peniel 142 

Peterboro' 13 

Remsen 172 

Return 95 

Rhine 208 

Rogers 121 

Romberg 163 

Siloam 176 

Simpson 87 

Southport 26, 141 

St. Agnes 201 

St. Ann's 40 

Stephens 78 

Tappan 219 

Valentia 154 

Woodland 211 

Woodstock 26 

York 57 

Zerah 231 

C. M. D. 

Athens 91 

Brattle St 58 

Bry au t 225 

Canaan 214 

Green port 265 

Heavenly Fold 177 

Jerusalem 59 

Jordan 207 

Joyful Sound 209 

Varina 206 

C. P. M. 

Ariel - 145 

Bremen 127 

Ganges 83 

Meribah 83, 202 

Willoughby 126 

S. M. 

Adrian 253 

Alexander 118 

Barber 37 

Bedan 167 

Boylston 21 

Clapton 123 

Dawn 199 

Dennis 46, 123 

Detroit 96 

Dover 190 

Dunbar 199 

Evening 47 

Ferguson 157 

Glory 15 

Gorton 82 

Greenwood 135, 261 

Haverhill 206 

Haydn 80 

Inverness 174 

Iowa 85 

Laban 122 

Langton 29 



S. M. Page. 

Leighton 9, 166 

Lisbon 15 

Luther 156, 190 

Mornington 80 

Olmutz 118, 198 

Olney 81 

Owen 96 

Packington 16 

Prayer 85 

Renovation 122 

Rialto 130 

Shawmut 82 

Shirland 29 

Silver St 37 

St. Bride 191 

St. Thomas 14 

State St 16 

Thatcher 157 

206 



Vigil 

Whiteneld 81 

Wood 21 



Dalston. 



S. P. M. 



H. M. 



Lenox. 

P. M. 

All the Days 115 

All to Christ 92 

Beauteous Day 169 

Dependence 105 

Evening Hymn 51 

Fatherland 126 

Green Pastures 228 

Hark 67 

I am Coming 93 

I'ma Pilgrim 212 

Judgment Hymn 205 

Laodicea 104 

Last Beam 51 

Lead Me On 132 

Light of the World 138 

Mt. Blanc 216 

My Life Flows On 247 

Nauford 179 

Nicaea 246 

Paradise 274 

Rutherford 216 

Shining Shore 208 

Stephanos 130 

The Ninety and Nine 89 

The Rock that is Higher 203 

Topaz 131 

Work Song 167 

6s. & 4s. 

America 227 

Bethany 108 

Bread of Life 8 

Cutting 228 

Italian Hymn 8 

Jesus, My All 9 

Lyte 133 

Mason 109 

More Love 108 

Olivet 139, 174 

Reden 109 

6s. & 5s. and 6s. & 5s. D. 

Emmerlar , 50 

St. Gertrude 6s, 5s, D 247 

6s. D. 
Jewett 158 

7s. 

Chapel 2 

Dallas 24 

Dijon 241 

Easter Hymn 79 

Fulton 2 



280 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



7s. Page. 

Hendon 2 

Herold 25 

Holley 49 

Horton 23,102 

Mercy 79, 159 

Mozart 242 

Pleyel's Hymn 11 

Seudamore 242 

Sevmour 49 

Solitude 17 

Theodora 11 

Trusting 112 

Vienna 10 

7s. 6 lines. 

Better Land 217 

Dix 25 

Guide 148 

Halle 149 

Nuremburg 106 

Pilot 226 

Repose 149 

Rock of Ages 188 

Rosefield 142 

Sabbath 248 

Spanish Hymn 92, 144 

Tharaw 106 

Wilberi'orce 3 

7s. Double. 

Benerento 236, 223 

Beulah 212 

Blumenthal 34 

Herald Angels 230 

Martyn 102, 113 

Messiah 10 

Ouido 41 

Refuge 113 

St, George 222 

7s. & 4s. 
Come, Sinner 107 

7s. & 6s. and 7s & 6s. D. 

Amsterdam 195 

Aurelia 104 

Caskev 124 

Chenies 55 

Ewing 221 



7s. & 6s. Page. 

Geneva (2) 195 

Gerhardt 74 

God's Love .' 64 

Miriam 65, 220 

Missionary Hymn 183 

Patnah 74 

Tell the Story 94 

Webb 125,184 

Yarmouth 125 

8s. & 6s. 
Flemming 162 

8s. & 78. 

Bartimeus 134 

Carthage 76 

Dorrnance 160, 180 

Essex 114 

Milwaukee 161 

Pearl Street 181 

Rathbun 76, 186 

Regent Square 66 

Shepherd 180 

Sicily 181 

Soluey 171 

Stockwell 53,171 

Vesper 218 

Westminster 170 

Wilson 165 

8s. & 7s. D. 

Austria 115 

Autumn 36 

Bavaria 175 

Bayley 4 

Ellesdie 114 

Faben 268 

Gaylord 105 

Harwell 75 

Hymn of Joy 237 

Love Divine 4 

Middleton 165 

Mission Song 168 

Nettleton 179 

St. Chad 269 

Stoughton 164 

Triste 160 

Vesper Hymn 269 

WhataFriend 5 



88. 7s. & 48. Page. 

Brest 273 

Grace 100 

Greenville 53 

Hamden 187 

Oliphant 52 

Segur 52 

Tamworth 273 

Victory 211 

Zion 187 

8s. 7s. & 7s. 
Life 100 

10s. 

Assurance 227 

Eventide 48 

Pax Dei 48 

10S. & 4s. 
Lux Benigna 161 

10s. &lls. 

Houghton 132 

Lyons 42 

lis. 

Cana 128 

Expostulation 97 

Frederick 194 

Goshen 129 

Magill 147 

Paulina 146 

Portuguese Hymn 128 

lis. & 10s. 

A Little While 50 

Avison 232 

Come, ye Disconsolate 101 

Henley 7 

Stillwater 144 

Wesley 185 

12s. 
Scotland 88 

CHANTS. 

Gloria Patri 64 

The Lord's Prayer 260 

Thy Willbe Done 162 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS 

THE FIGURES REFER TO THE HYMNS. 



Abide with me 127, 119, 112, 

352, 550 

Accepted Time 237, 224, 244, 238 

Activity 403-423, 279-3 1 9 

Adoption 380, 382, 354, 362 

Advent of Christ 171-173, 63, 

318, 496-500, 512, 518-522, 554, 555 

Advocate See Christ. 

Afflictions 384-398,353,246 

Aged See Old Age. 

Almost Christian 210, 234 

Alms 404, 416,419 

Angels 412, 277, 172, 139, 131 

Ascension 46, 47, 91, 193, 195, 

594-597 

Ashamed of Jesus 292, 327, 192 

Asleep in Jesus 483, 480, 486, 494 

Assurance : 

Expressed 283, 549, 55, 324 

Prayed for 202, 200, 272 

Urged 285, 280, 22, 304 



Atonement : 

Necessarv 206-215, 446, 322 

Completed ... .170, 213, 216-232, 

283, 336, 379, 656-662, 666 

Autumn 88, 537, 541 

Backsliding 106-274 

Baptism See Ordinances. 

Bible 140-149, 616, 617 

Brotherly Love 48-50, 10, 31, 433 

Calmness 361, 363, 356 

Calvary 181, 183, 189, 444 

Cares 300, 288, 324, 301, 307, .317 

Charity 371, 418, 355, 406 

Cheerfulness 324, 52, 373, 686 

Children 424-432. 148, 131 

Childlike Spirit 356, 57, 427,382 

Christ : 
Advent at Birth.... 171-173, 63, 318 
Advocate 46, 194, 223, 549 



Ascension 193. 195, 46, 91 

Character of 174-181, 83, 6 

Crucifixion 182-189 

Divinity 91, 92, 97, 176 

Example 174-181, 83, 419 

Friend 320,344,324 

Humanity 75, 171-181 

Iramanuel 330, 176,187 

King 193,47,92,96 

Lamb 44,188,207,214 

Life of 174-181 

Love 176, 187, 241, 189, 6, 

442, 683, 685 

Mediator 46,207,223 

Priest 46, 194, 75, 344, 702 

Prophet 344,177,15,27 

Resurrection of 190-196 

Saviour 178,176,92 

Shepherd 302, 310, 325, 431 

Sufferings of 182-189 

Way, Truth, and Life 177-195 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



281 



Wisdom 196, 176, 187 

Christians: 

Afflictions 383-398 

Conflicts 257-274 

Disciplines 383-398 

Duties 403-423 

Encouragements 275-319, 

700, 701 

Fellowship 48-50, 10, 31, 433 

Graces 354-375 

Love for Christ ..320-353 

Privileges 376-383 

Christmas... 63, 171-173. 318, 402, 

556, 563 
Church : 

Institutions of 399-402, 648 

Missions of 449-475 

Ordinances of 435-448, 623 

Praise of 1, 35, 74 

Revival of. . . .454, 467, 4G8, 475, 401 
Triumph of. . .461, 399, 400, 451, 453 

Unity of .50, 433, 434 

Uniting with... See Ordinances. 

Work of 403-423 

Close of Worship 118-139 

Communion of Saints. 10, 11, 31, 

48-50, 433, 434, 619 

Confidence 223,280, 301, 55 

Conflict with Sin 257-274 

Confirmation ..211, 264, 270. 334, 
390, 392, 393, 427, 436, 437, 443, 

634, 637 
Conformity to Christ.. ..174-181, 338 

Conscience 243, 207, 186 

Consecration : 

Of Possessions 404, 409, 416, 333 

Of Self.... 18, 151, 261, 275, 436, 

182, 443, 151, 270, 264 

Consistency 372, 269. 305, 258, 374 

Consolations See Afflictions. 

Contentment 367, 324, 356 

Conversion See Regeneration. 

Conviction See Law. 

Courage. 605, 413, 275-319, 327, 691, 700 
Creation 78, 84, 93,99, 644 

Bearing.. 294, 291, 284, 181, 178, 423 

Glorying in.. ..192, 22, 275, 182, 232 

Salvation by. .232, 207, 182, 176, 184 

Crucifixion See Christ. 

Death 476-495, 651-653 

Decrees 155, 158, 163, 

170 

Dedication 641, 642 

Delay 233, 237, 239, 244, 247 

Dependence : 
On Providence.. ..150, 152, 169, 309 

On Grace 322, 207, 226, 256, 

205, 214 

Depravity 206-215 

Despondency See Encouragements. 

Devotion See Prayer. 

Diligence.: See Activity. 

Doubt See Encouragements. 

Doxologies 80-82, 121 

Earnestness See Activity. 

Earnest of the Spirit 24, 6, 204 

Easter 190-194, 196, 584-593 

Election See Decrees. 

Encouragements 275-319 

Energy See Activity. 

Epiphanv ..63, 318, 401, 402, 450, 
452, 453, 455, 457, 458, 552, 565, 569 

Eternity ....479,485, 168 

Evening 65, 112, 139, 647, 649 

Example : 

Of Christ 174-181, 338 

Of Christians 372,354, 360 

Faith.. 207, 274, 344, 357, 359, 366, 

369, 373, 446. 667 

Fall of M an See Lost State. 

Father, God our See God. 

Fellowship... .See Brotherly Love. 

Fidelity 292, 372, 269 

Forbearance : 

Divine 151,9, 242, 239, 271 

Christian 178, 361, 372 



Forgiveness : 

Of Sin See A tonement and 

Repentance. 

Of Injuries 178,361,372 

Future Punishment 209, 206, 497 

God: 

Attributes 50-170,614 

Benevolence 7, 9, 151, 159, 

166, 84 

Condescension 74,91, 176, 

213, 227 

Creator 78, 84, 93, 99 

Eternity 168,90,482 

Faithfulness. 163, 154, 152, 278, 

282, 317 

Father 69, 380, 382, 354, 362 

Forbearance.... 151, 9, 242, 239, 271 

Glorv 85, 93, 104, 156 

Goodness 7, 9, 151, 159, 166, 84 

Grace 41, 83, 92, 151, 9, 142, 379 

Holiness 89,165, 87 

Infinity 104, 158, 90 

Justice 84, 213, 499 

Love 6, 9, 10, 159, 166, 170, 6S4 

Majesty 89,78,85,91, 97 

Mercy 9, 176, 547. 152, 21S 

Mystery 155, 157 164, 170 

Omnipotence 78, 89, 91, 99 

Omnipresence 153, 150, 100, 

160, 169 

Omniscience 153, 160, 162,169 

Pity 75, 91, 176,213,227 

Providence ..317, 150, 152, 164, 

301,615 
Sovereignty.. 155, 158, 163, 170, 317 

Supremacy 89, 78, 85, 91, 97 

Trinity 14, 86, 158, 600-604 

Truth 154, 163, 309, 317,278 

Unchangeableness 20, 168, 314 

Uusearchableness 155, 157, 164 

Wisdom 196, 176, 197, 158 

Good Friday.... 179, 181-189,192, 

444, 581,583 

Gospel See Atonement. 

Grace 218, 379,83, 9,41,142 

Graces, Christian 354-375 

Gratitude.... 41, 365, 150-152, 362, 396 

Grieving the Spirit See Holy 

Spirit. 
Growth in Grace. ..414, 262, 379, 364 
Guidance, Divine 134, 263, 8, 308 

Happiness See Cheerfulness. 

Harvest 546, 537, 541 

Hearing the Word 244, 142, 149 

Heart : 

Change of 203, 201, 208, 443, 228 

Deceitfulness of.. 211, 209, 203, 253 
Searching of. . .267, 199, 364, 23, 272 
Surrender of ..438, 540, 256, 251, 264 

Heaven 172, 288, 335, 336. 378, 

501-536. 573, 695-698 

Hell See Future Punishment. 

Heirship with Christ. . .376, 354, 382 

Holiness : 

Of Christians 364, 338. 382, 446 

Of God See God. 

Holy Scriptures See Bible. 

Holy Spirit : 

Divine 199,249, 201, 14 

Grieved 198, 236, 239, 249 

Striving 205,' 199, 233, 238, 249 

Witnessing 204, 24, 374, 200 

Home See Family or Heaven. 

Home Missions 456, 463, 408, 552 

Hope : 

In Death 478, 483, 491 

Under Afflictions. 55, 286, 387, 

389, 288 

Under Conviction 226,223, 252 

Under Despondency .251, 295, 

309, 682 

Hirmility 349, 356, 360, 364, 

36S, 6S7 

Immanuel See Christ. 

Importunity See Prayer. 

Incarnation 171-173, 187, 176 

Ingratitude 267, 241, 243, 249 



Inspiration 141, 144, 147, 204 

Intercession 46, 194, 75, 344 

Invitations 230-250, 691, 692 

Joining the Church See Ordi- 
nances. 

Joy See Cheerfulness. 

Judgment Day 496-500, mi:;, <«4 

Justice See God. 

Justification See Atonement. 

and Faith. 

Kindness See Brotherly Love. 

Kingdom of Christ See Church. 

Labor See Activity. 

Lamb of God See Christ. 

Law of God 207, 208, 213 

Lent... 108, 180, 207, 213, 216, 227- 

230, 232, 251, 259, 570-580 

Liberality See Arms. 

Likeness to Christ See 

Conformity. 

Little Things 370. 422, 409 

Long-Suffering..See Forbearance. 

Lord's Day See Sabbath. 

Lord's Prayer 69 

Lord's Supper... .44, 46, 435-448, 

621-633 

Lost State of Man 206-215 

Love : 

Of God See God. 

Of Christ See Christ. 

Of Holy Spirit 198, 197 

For God 31, 170, 152,8 

For the Saviour.. .106, 107, 320-353 
For Saints. .See Brotherly Love. 

For Souls 215, 235, 231, 409 

For the Church 1, 35, 399, 434 

Loving Kindness 222, 285 

Majesty of God See God. 

Man See Lost State. 

Mediator See Ch rist. 

Mediatorial Reign See Church. 

Meditation Ill , 65, 27, 56 

Meekness 349,356,360, 364, 368 

Mercifulness See Forgiveness. 

Mercy See God. 

Mercy-Seat 5,73,74. 77 

Millenium 451,465, 512, 51S-523 

Ministry 450,457,470,408 

Missions 449-475, 552, 655, 656 

Morning 4, 40, 29, 32, 365, 649 

Mortality See Death. 

Mysteries of Providence 157, 

164, 353 

National 353, 551, 542, 540, 646 

Nature See Creation. 

Needful, One Thing. . . .211, 24:;. 256 
New Year 539,543, 544, 564 

Old Age 309,476,487,503 

Omnipotence See God. 

Omnipresence See God. 

Omniscience See God. 

Opening of Service 1-111 

Ordinances 433-448, 634, 

617. 660 

Ordination 408, 450, 638-640 

Orphans 383,404 

Pardon See Forgiveness. 

Parting 48,58, 12 i 

Passion Week... 179, 181-189, 192, 

444,581-583 

Pastor See Ministry. 

Patience See Forbearance, or 

Trust. 

ppn/»A . 

Christian 115, 383, 509. 13, 

688, 689 

National 540, 522, 555 

Perseverance 369, 377, 382, 

549, 55 
Pilffrini-spirit....514, 134, 31, 316, 21 

Pitvof God See God. 

Pleasures 210, 206, 242, 494 

Poor 404, 4()i), lis 421 

Praise.... 78-111, 21, 222, 338, 347, 

396, 438, 671-679 



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Prayer 61, 77, 109, 111, 669, 670 

Preacliing See Ministry. 

Pride See Humility. 

Procrastin ation See Belay. 

Prodigal Son 233, 255 

Progress — SeeGrowthin Grace. 

Promises 154,309,163.278 

Providence See God. 

Purity See Holiness. 

Race, Christian.... 280, 290, 295, 304 

Redemption See Atonement. 

Regeneration See Heart. 

Repentance 251. 259, 350 

Resignation See Afflictions. 

Rest . . .See Meditation or Heaven. 
Resurrection : 

Of Christ See Christ. 

Of Belie vers.. 281, 476, 486, 491, 494 

Revival 197, 454, 468, 475, 201 

Rock of Ages 446, 399, 168 

Sabbath 1,30,43,94, 105, 

110, 125, 130, 606-613 

Sabbath- school 424-432 

Sailors 548, 131 



Salvation See Atonement. 

Sanctineation See Growth in 

Grace. 

Saviour See Christ. 

Scriptures See Bible. 

Self-deception See Heart. 

Self-denial 423, 370, 210 

Self-examination SeeHeart. 

Self -righteousness. 214, 322, 207, 176 

Shepherd See Christ. 

Sickness 353, 398, 394, 388, 385, 151 

Sin : 

Indwelling See Conflict. 

Original See Lost State. 

Conviction of See Law. 

Sincerity 372, 374, 355, 108 

Soldier, Christian.. 279, 291, 298, 303 

Souls, Love for See Love. 

Sovereignty See God. 

Spring 546, 88 

Star of Bethlehem 318, 545, 63 

Steadfastness. .276, 282, 287, 298, 302 

Strength, as Days 284, 337 

Submission 384-398 

Sympathy 421,417,404,11 

Temperance 405, 372 



Thanksgiving.. 540-542, 546, 551, 

643, 644, 547, 537, 166 

Trials See Afflictions. 

Trinity See God. 

Trinity Sunday... 14, 86, 158, 600-604 
Trust... 20, 135, 164, 550, 254, 301, 
309, 307, 363, 385, 387, 388, 495, 550, 

680, 681 
Union of Saints : 

To Christ 376, 549 

To each other See Brotherly 

Love. 

Warfare, Christian... See Soldier. 

Warnings See Invitations. 

Watchfulness 19, 298, 303 

Way of Salvation.. See Atonement. 
Whitsunday... 23, 25, 197-205, 598-600 

Wisdom see God. 

Witness See Holy Spirit. 

Word of God See Bible. 

Worldliness See Pleasures. 

Year, Close of 544, 538 

Zeal See Activity. 

Zion See Church. 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 



Hymn. 

A Charge to keep I have 215 

A few more years shall roll 487 

A mind at perfect peace with God . . . 688 

Abba, Father, hear thy child 358 

Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide 127 

According to thy gracious word 631 

Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner. . . 240 

A debtor to mercy alone 661 

Again our earthly cares we leave .... 110 
Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed .... 184 
Alas ! what hourly dangers rise ! . . . . 266 
All-glorious God! what hymns of praise 659 
All hail the power of Jesus' name .... 95 
All people that on earth do dwell .... 79 

Along the mountain track of life 315 

Although the vine its fruit deny 681 

Always with us, always with us 323 

Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound . 218 

Am I a soldier of the cross 291 

And are we now brought near to God 623 

And can it be that I should gain 549 

And canst thou, sinner, slight 236 

And dost thou'say, "Ask what thou wilt" 76 

And is there, Lord, a rest 502 

Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung. . . . 561 

Angels ! roll the rock away ! 590 

Approach, my soul ! the mercy-seat. . 670 

Arise, my soul, arise 223 

Arise, ye saints, arise 17 



Hymn. 

Art thou weary, art thou languid .... 312 

As pants the hart for cooling streams . 608 

As shadows cast by cloud and sun . . . 545 

As, when the weary traveler gains . . . 682 

As with gladness men of old 63 

Ascend thy throne, almighty King. . . 472 

Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! 483 

Assembled at thy great command . . . 470 

Awake, and sing the song 32 

Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue . . . 225 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve . 290 

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays 222 

Awake, our souls ! away, our fears ! . . 280 

Awake, ye saints ! awake 612 

Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 208 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 78 

Begin, my tongue,some heavenly theme 163 

Behold a Stranger at the door 241 

Behold the glories of the Lamb 531 

Behold, the mountain of the Lord. . . . 522 

Behold the throne of grace 72 

Behold ! what wondrous grace 382 

Be still, my heart! these anxious cares 663 

Bless, O ray soul ! the living God. ... 41 

Blessed are the sons of God 354 

Blessed Saviour ! thee I love 348 

Blest be the tie that binds 48 

Blest Comforter divine 202 



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283 



Hymn. 

Blest feast of love divine ! 624 

Blest is the man whose softening heart 421 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 224 

Break thou the bread of life 15 

Brethren, while we sojourn here 19 

Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake ! . . . . 518 

Brief life is here our portion 536 

Brightest and best of the sons of the 567 
Broad is the road that leads to death . 210 
By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored 439 

By cool Siloam's shady rill 432 

By faith in Christ I walk with God ... 366 

Call Jehovah thy salvation 277 

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 361 

Calm on the listening ear of night . . . 562 

Can sinners hope for heaven 212 

Cast thy bread upon the waters 416 

Cast thy burden on the Lord 387 

Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish 389 

Children of the heavenly King 21 

Christ, above all glory seated ! 193 

Christ for the world we sing 552 

Christ is coming ! let creation 512 

Christ, the Lord, is risen again. ..... 589 

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 586 

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove 23 

Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire . . 364 

Come, Holy Ghost ! our hearts inspire 105 

Come, Holy Spirit ! calm my mind. . 25 

Come, Holy Spirit, come ! Let 201 

Come, Holy Spirit, come, With .... 203 

Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! . 197 

Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with 352 

Come join, ye saints, with heart and . 305 

Come, kingdom of our God 465 

Come, let us join our cheerful songs . . 44 

Come, let us join our songs of praise . 46 

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes 45 

Come, Lord, and tarry not ! 466 

Come, my soul ! by sin oppressed. . . . 684 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 61 

Come on, my partners in distress. . . 304 

Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 250 

Come, see the place where Jesus lay. 584 

Come, sound his praise abroad 93 

Come, Spirit, source of light 204 

Come, thou almighty King 14 

Come, thou Desire of all thy saints. . . 106 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing. . 438 

Come, thou long-expected Jesus 402 

Come to Calvary's holy mountain. . . . 245 

Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast 234 

Come, we who love the Lord 31 

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye. . . 246 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched . 247 

Come, ye thankful people, come 537 



Hymn. 

| Come, ye that know and fear the Lord 159 

I Cross, reproach, and tribulation ! . . . . 575 

| Crown his head with endless blessing. 92 

Daily, daily sing the praises 529 

Day is dying in the West 36 

Day of j udgment ! day of wonders ! . . 694 

Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat 109 

Dear Lord, amid the throng thatpressed 629 

Dear Refuge of my weary soul 340 

Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw . . 239 

Depth of mercy ! — can there be 271 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 235 

Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord ! . . 117 

Do not I love thee, O my Lord ? 107 

Earth has nothing sweet or fair .... 56 

Eternal Source of every joy 644 

Everlasting arms of love 20 

Fading, still fading, the last beam . . . 133 

Faith is the Christian's evidence 667 

Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 375 

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee . . . Ill 
Far from my thoughts, vain world, 

begone ! 609 

Father, hear the prayer we offer ! . . . . 413 

Father of heaven ! whose love profound 600 

Father of Light and Love ! 602 

Father of mercies ! bow thine ear . . . 638 

Father of mercies ! in thy word 616 

Father of mercies ! send thy grace . . . 418 

Father ! whate'er of earthly bliss 363 

Fear not, O little flock, the foe 306 

Firm as the earth thy gospel stands . . 377 

For ever here my rest ! 625 

" For ever with the Lord ! " 485 

For me to live is Christ 313 

For thee, O dear, dear country ! 697 

For the mercies of the day 130 

For what shall I praise thee, my God . 353 

From all that dwell below the skies . . 82 

From every stormy wind that blows. . 73 

From Greenland's icy mountains .... 449 

From the cross uplifted high 230 

From the table now retiring 445 

From thee, begetting sure conviction . 278 

Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free . 281 

Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us. . . 8 

Give to the winds thy fears 286 

Glorious things of thee are spoken. . . 399 

Glory be to God on high 102 

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son . 167 

Glory to thee, my God, this night . . . 113 

God calling vet ! shall I not hear ? . . . 242 

God eternal,'Lord of all ! 101 

God, in the gospel of his Son 142 



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INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 



Hymn. 

God is the refuge of his saints 459 

God moves in a mysterious way 164 

God, my King, thy might confessing. 677 
God of our fathers ! from thy throne . . 641 

God of our salvation ! hear us 137 

God shall charge his angel legions. . . 690 

God's glory is a wondrous thing 289 

Go forth ye heralds ! in my name . . . 639 

Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 379 

Gracious Spirit, Love divine ! 200 

Grander than ocean's story 166 

Great God ! attend, while Zion sings. 39 
Great God ! how infinite art thou ! . . . 90 

Great God, now condescend 424 

Great God ! to thee my evening song 114 
Great God! we sing that mighty hand 543 
Great God, what do I see and hear ! . 499 
Great God, when I approach thy throne 226 
Great God ! whose universal sway ... 460 
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah. . . . 134 

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews 371 

Hail the day that sees him rise 588 

Hail ! thou God of grace and glory ! . . 410 

Hail, thou once despised Jesus ! 573 

Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad . . 453 

Hail to the Lord's anointed 451 

Hail, tranquil hour of closing day .... 66 
Hark! hark,my soul; angelic songs are 172 
Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices 190 
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour 

comes 554 

Hark ! the herald angels sirig 556 

Hark ! the sound of angel-voices. . . . 455 

Hark ! the sound of holy voices 528 

Hark ! the Spirit whispers low 260 

Hark ! the voice of Jesus calling. . . . 408 
Hark ! what mean those holy voices . 171 

Have mercy, Lord ! on me 578 

He has come ! the Christ of God. . . . 557 
He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought. 319 
He lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! . . 194 
He that goeth forth with weeping. . . . 417 
Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken 400 

Here I can firmly rest 380 

He's come ! let every knee be bent. . . 598 
High in the heavens, eternal God ! . . . 84 

Holy and reverend is the name 165 

Holy Father, hear my cry 86 

Holy Father, thou hast taught me. . . 390 

Holy, holy, holy Lord 87 

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 604 

Holy Ghost ! with light divine 199 

Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear. . 520 

How beauteous are their feet 568 

How beauteous on the mountains. . . . 450 
How blest the righteous when he dies . 481 



Hymn. 

How charming is the place 28 

How condescending and how kind. . . 187 

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 309 

How gentle God's commands ! 300 

How oft, alas ! this wretched heart . . . 577 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 38 

How pleased and blest was I 1 

How precious is the book divine .... 147 

How shall I follow him I serve 181 

How shall the young secure their hearts 148 

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight . 11 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds. 344 

How vain is all beneath the skies ! . . . 493 

I AM coming to the cross 270 

I ask not now for gold to gild 394 

I have a home above 501 

I hear the Saviour say 228 

I hear the words of love 689 

I hear thy welcome voice 229 

I heard the voice of Jesus say 691 

I lay my sins on Jesus 254 

I love thy kingdom, Lord 35 

I love to steal awhile away 65 

I love to tell the story 231 

I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger. . . . 514 
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord. . . . 292 

I need no other plea 656 

I need thee, O my God 256 

I once was a stranger to grace and to. 350 

I saw One hanging on a tree 186 

I saw the cross of Jesus 232 

I stand on Zion's mount 296 

I would not live alvvay ; I ask not to . . 476 
If God is mine, then present things. . 376 

If on our daily course our mind 370 

If you cannot on the ocean 409 

In all my vast concerns with thee. . . . 160 

In heavenly love abiding 302 

Inspirer and Hearer of prayer ! 647 

In the cross of Christ I glory 192 

In the dark and cloudy day 386 

In time of fear, when trouble's near. . 287 

In vain the Spirit seeks to find 702 

It came upon the midnight clear 563 

It is not death to die 651 

It is by grace we're saved 668 

It may not be our lot to wield 422 

Jerusalem ! my happy home ! 507 

Jerusalem, the glorious ! 533 

Jerusalem, the golden 535 

Jesus, — and didst thou leave the sky. 227 

Jesus ! and shall it ever be 3^7 

Jesus, at whose supreme command. . . 632 

Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult 442 

Jesus, engrave it on my heart 211 



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285 



esus ! I love thy charming name 
esus, I my cross have taken .... 

esus, Jesus ! visit me 

esus, keep me near the cross . . . 
esus ! let thy pitying eye 



Hi/inn. 
. 343 

. 275 
. 37 
. 59 
. 5S0 



esus ! lover of my soul 274 

esus, Master, whose I am 349 

esus, my All, to heaven is gone 195 

esus ! my Strength, my Hope 669 

esus only, when the morning 321 

esus, Saviour, pilot me 548 

esus shall reign where'er the sun. . . . 473 

esus spreads his banner o'er us 441 

esus, still lead on 308 

esus, Sun of Righteousness 4 

esus, the very thought of thee 345 

esus, these eyes have never seen .... 339 

esus, thou everlasting King ! 630 

esus, thou Joy of loving hearts 32S 

esus, thy Blood and Righteousness. . 331 

esus! thy church with longing eyes. 471 

esus ! thy love shall we forget 179 

esus, thy name I love 335 

esus, we look to thee 49 

esus, we thus obey 626 

esus, where'er thy people meet .... 74 

esus, while our hearts are bleeding. . 391 

esus, who knows full well 70 

esus, who on his glorious throne. . . . 342 

esus, whom angel hosts adore 183 

oy is a fruit that will not grow 686 

oyful be the hours to-day 587 

oy to the world, — the Lord is come 173 

ust as I am, without one plea 252 



Keep silence, all created things, 



Lead, kindly Light! amid the encircling 
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us. . . 

Let me but hear my Saviour say 

Let party names no more 

Let saints below in concert sing 

Life has many a pleasant hour 

Liftyour glad voices in triumph on high 
Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart ! . . 
Light of those whose dreary dwelling. 

Like Noah's weary dove 

Like sheep we went astray 

Like the eagle, upward, onward 

Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending 

Lo ! on a narrow neck of land 

Lo ! what a cloud of witnesses 

Lo ! what a glorious sight appears. . . 
Look from thy sphere of endless day . 
Look; ye saints ! the sight is glorious. 
Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee .... 
Lord, at this closing hour 



19 



100 

392 
135 
284 
50 
433 
525 
592 
523 
401 
623 
213 
414 
555 
209 
618 
521 
463 
595 
178 
124 



Hymn. 

Lord, at thy mercy-seat 5 

Lord, before thy throne we bend 257 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing . . . 136 

Lord ! forever at thy side 6S7 

Lord God of Hosts, by all adored ! . . . 85 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost ! 599 

Lord, how mysterious are thy ways. . . 157 

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine 436 

Lord, I believe; thy power I own. . 359 

Lord ! I cannot let thee go 62 

Lord, I hear of showers of blessing. . . 53 
Lord Jesus, are we one with thee ? . . . . 666 

Lord, it belongs not to my care 28S 

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went. 419 
Lord, my weak thought in vain would 158 

Lord of all being ; throned afar 156 

Lord of earth ! thy forming hand .... 88 

Lord of Hosts ! to thee we raise 642 

Lord of the worlds above 613 

Lord, shall thy children come to thee ? 637 
Lord ! thou hast searched and seen me 153 
Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own 10 
Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day. . 516 
Lord, thy glory fills the heavens .... 675 

Lord, we come before thee now 2 

Lord ! when I all things would possess 360 
Lord ! when we bend before thy throne 10S 
Lord ! where shall guilty souls retire . 162 
Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise 

thee 676 

Love divine, all love excelling 6 

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned . . 174 

Make haste, O man, to live 653 

May the grace of Christ our Saviour . 138 

Mighty God ! while angels bless thee 91 

Mine eyes and my desire 16 

More love to thee, O Christ ! 2(>2 

Mourn for the thousands slain 405 

Must Jesus bear the cross alone 294 

My country ! 'tis of thee 551 

My days are gliding swiftly by 508 

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord. . 180 

My faith looks up to thee . /. 334 

My God, and is thy table spread .... 627 

My God, how endless is thy love .... 365 

My God, how wonderful thou art .... 362 

My God ! permit my tongue 29 

My God, the spring of all my joys . . 341 

My hope is built on nothing less 55 

My Jesus, as thou wilt ! 384 

My life flows on in endless song 52 

My soul, be on thy guard 298 

My soul complete in Jesus stands ! . . . 283 

My soul, how lovely is the place 26 

My soul, weigh not thy life 299 

My spirit on thy care 18 



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INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF HYMNS. 



Hymn. 

Nearer, my God, to thee. 261 

New every morning is the love 646 

None but Christ: his merit hides me 322 

Not all the blood of beasts 207 

Not to the terrors of the Lord 434 

Not what these hands have done .... 214 

Not with our mortal eyes 326 

Now be my heart inspired to sing ... 97 

Now begin the heavenly theme 22 

Now is the accepted time 237 

Now let our souls on wings sublime . . 515 

Now let our voices join 34 

Now may the God of grace and power 645 

Now the day is over 131 

Now the sowing and the weeping. . . . 701 

Now to the Lord a noble song. ...... 83 

Now to the power of God supreme . . . 196 

Now to thy sacred house 606 

O Blessed God, to thee I raise 368 

O bless the Lord, my soul ! 673 

O Christ ! our King, Creator, Lord ! . 98 

O Christ, the Lord of heaven ! to thee 96 

O Christ ! with each returning morn . 40 

O come, loud anthems let us sing . . . 674 

O, could I find, from day to day 269 

O, could I speak the matchless worth 347 

O, could our thoughts and wishes fly. 510 

O day of rest and gladness ! 610 

O, do not let the word depart. 244 

O eyes that are weary, and hearts that 351 

O, for a closer walk with God 265 

O, for a faith that will not shrink .... 506 

O, for a heart to praise my God 338 

O, for a strong, a lasting faith 154 

O, for a thousand tongues to sing . . . 336 

O, for an overcoming faith 489 

O, for the death of those 486 

O, for the happy hour 467 

O, for the peace which floweth like a . 132 

O, gift of gifts ! oh, grace of faith ! . . 373 

O God, beneath thy guiding hand. . . 542 

O God of Bethel, by whose hand .... 430 

O God, the Rock of Ages 168 

O God ! we praise thee, and confess . 89 

O, happy day, that fixed my choice. . 437 

O, happy is the man who hears 700 

O Holy Ghost, the Comforter 198 

O Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 601 

O holy Saviour ! Friend unseen 393 

O, if my soul were formed for woe . . . 185 

O, in the morn of life when youth . . . 636 

O Jesus, sweet the tears I shed 188 

O Lord, how full of sweet content . . . 367 

O Lord ! how happy should we be. . . 307 

O Lord ! thy mercy, my sure hope ! . 614 

O Lord, thy work revive 468 



Hymn. 

O mother dear, Jerusalem 505 

O, not my own these verdant hills . . . 329 

O render thanks to God above 671 

O Paradise, O Paradise 695 

O sacred Head, now wounded 189 

O Saviour, I am blind ! 253 

O, see how Jesus trusts himself 175 

O, sometimes the shadows are deep . . 495 

O Spirit of the living God ! 640 

O Sun of Righteousness, arise 475 

O, sweetly breathe the lyres above . . 330 
O, tell me, thou life and delight of my 346 
O that my load of sin were gone ! . . . 579 
O, that the Lord would guide my ways 149 
O, the sweet wonders of that cross . . . 435 
O, this soul, how dark and blind ! . . . 572 
O thou, from whom all goodness flows 337 
O thou ! to whose all-searching sight. 570 

O thou whom we adore ! 464 

O thou, whose bounty fills my cup. . . 396 
O thou, whose tender mercy hears . . . 259 
O, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will . 238 

O, what amazing words of grace 217 

O, where shall rest be found 206 

O Word of God incarnate 144 

O, worship the King, all-glorious above 104 
O'er mountain-tops the Mount of God 569 
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness. . . . 458 

Oft in danger, oft in woe 634 

On Jordan's rugged banks I stand . . . 530 

On mountains and in valleys 169 

On the mountain's top appearing. . . 457 
Once I thought my mountain strong. 258 

Once more, before we part 126 

Once the angel started back 593 

One more day's work for Jesus 54 

One prayer I have — all prayers in one 397 

One sweetly solemn thought 488 

One there is, above all others 320 

Onward, Christian soldiers. 605 

Onward, Christian, though the region 412 
Our Father who art in heaven. . . . 650, 69 
Our God, how faithful are his ways ! . 619 

Our heavenly Father calls 71 

Our helper, God! we bless thy name. 544 
Our Lord is risen from the dead 596 

Palms of glory, raiment bright 696 

Pass me not, O gentle Saviour ! 60 

Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive 662 

Praise God, from whom all blessings . 80 

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven. . 678 

Praise to God, immortal praise 541 

Praise ye the Lord ; exalt his name . . 42 

Prayer is the breath of God in man... 68 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire .... 67 

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart. .... 356 



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Hymn. 

Rejoice, rejoice, believers ! 534 

Rejoice ! the Lord is King 597 

Return, O wanderer, to thy home . . . 233 
Rise ! crowned with light, imperial 

Salem, rise 565 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings . 478 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me ! M6 

Safely through another week 607 

Salvation ! — oh, the joyful sound ! . . . 219 

Saviour, again to thy dear name we . . 128 

Saviour, breathe an evening blessing . 139 

Saviour, happy would I be 357 

Saviour ! I follow on ... 263 

Saviour, in thy mysterious presence . . 13 

Saviour, King, in hallowed union . . . 428 

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 427 

Saviour, more than life to me 273 

Saviour ! teach me day by day 57 

Saviour, thy dying love 333 

Saviour, visit thy plantation ! 454 

Saviour, when, in dust, to thee 571 

Saviour, who died for me 264 

Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding. . 429 

Scorn not the slightest word or deed . 420 

Searcher of hearts ! from mine erase . 267 

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands . . 431 

See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph 191 

See the eternal Judge descending! . . . 693 

Shepherd of tender youth 426 

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing 560 

Servant of God, well done ! 652 

Since Jesus is my friend 324 

Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord . . . 293 

Sing to the Lord, our Might 94 

Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 249 

Sinners, will you scorn the message . . 248 

So fades the lovely, blooming flower . 484 

So let our lips and lives express ... . 372 

Softly now the light of day 129 

Soldiers of Christ ! arise 620 

Sometimes a light surprises 301 

Son of God ! to thee I cry 447 

Songs of praise the angels sang 679 

Soon may the last glad song arise . . . 469 

Soon will the heavenly Bridegroom . . 519 

Soul, then know thy full salvation . . . 276 

Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power 474 

Sovereign Ruler of the skies ! 615 

Sow in the morn thy seed 406 

Speak to me, Lord, thyself reveal. ... 27 

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 279 

Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus ! 303 

Still, still with thee, my God 120 

Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear . . 112 

Supreme in wisdom as in power 699 

Sure the blest Comforter is nigh 24 



Hymn. 

Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of. 51 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King 43 

Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go ... . 649 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing . 444 

Sweet was the time when first I felt . . 268 

Swell the anthem, raise the song .... 540 

Take me, O my Father, take me ! . . 255 

Take my heart, O Father ! take it . . . 443 

" Take up thy cross," the Saviour said 423 

Tell me the old, old story 657 

Tell me, whom my soul doth love . . . 553 

That awful day will surely come 497 

The atoning work is done 594 

The Church's one foundation 648 

The day is past and gone 122 

The day is past and gone 123 

The day, O Lord, is spent 119 

The day of praise is done 125 

The day of resurrection 591 

The God of Abraham praise 603 

The gospel comes to guilty men . . . 660 

The harvest dawn is near 297 

The head that once was crowned with 47 

The heavens declare his glory 145 

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! 140 

The Lord himself, the mighty Lord. . 680 

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want . . 310 

The Lord my Shepherd is 325 

The Lord, our God, is full of might . . 99 

The mercies of my God and King . . . 547 

The morning light is breaking 452 

The peace which God alone reveals . . 115 

The people of the Lord 295 

The roseate hues of early dawn 504 

The sands of time are sinking 526 

The Saviour kindly calls 425 

The Saviour ! oh, what endless charms 176 

The Spirit breathes upon the word . . . 617 

The Spirit, in our hearts - 692 

The spacious firmament on high 643 

The starry firmament on high 143 

The swift declining day 118 

The voice of free grace cries, Escape . 220 
The whole world was lost in the dark- 
ness 332 

There is a book that all may read. . . . 161 

There is a fountain filled with blood . 216 

There is a house not made with hands 532 

There is a land of pure delight 503 

There is a name I love to hear 683 

There is an hour of hallowed peace . . 509 

There is an hour of peaceful rest 511 

There were ninety and nine that safely 221 
There's a wideness in God's mercy. .678, 9 

They who seek the throne of grace . . 64 

Thine for ever ! — God of love 635 



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Hymn. 

This is not my place of resting 527 

This is the day of light 611 

Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will 477 
Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord ! . 665 
Thou art the Way ; to thee alone . . . 177 
Thou, from whom we never part .... 58 
Thou, God! all glory, honor, power. 622 
Thou God of life ! whose constant care 564 
Thou lovely Source of true delight. . . 146 
Thou ! thou ! my Jesus ! thou didst me 685 

Thou very present Aid 383 

Thou who roll'st the year around .... 538 
Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on 311 
Though I should seek to wash me clean 576 
Though I speak with angel tongues . . 355 
Though troubles assail, and dangers . 317 
Through every age, eternal God ! . . . 482 
Through sorrow's night, and dangers 490 
Through thy precious body broken ! . 583 
Thus far the Lord has led me on .... 116 
Thy Father's house ! thine own bright 517 

Thy way, not mine, O Lord 385 

" Thy will be done ! " in devious way. 395 
" Till he come: " oh, let the words . . 448 

Time is winging us away 479 

'Tis a point I long to know 272 

'Tis by the faith of joys to come 369 

" 'Tis finished ! " — so the Saviour 

cried 582 

'Tis God the Spirit leads 205 

'Tis midnight ; and on Olive's brow . 581 

'Tis my happiness below 388 

'Tis not that I did choose thee 170 

To bless thy chosen race 654 

To God the Father, God the Son 81 

To God the only wise 121 

To Jesus, our exalted Lord 628 

To our Redeemer's glorious Name. . . 621 

To thy temple we repair 3 

To us a Child of hope is born 558 

Traveling to the better land 316 

Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 461 

'Twas by an order from the Lord .... 141 

Unshaken as the sacred hill 314 

Vainly, through night's weary hours 415 

"Walk in the light ! so shalt thou know 374 
Watchman ! tell us of the night 566 



Hymn. 

We are on our journey home 524 

We are watching, we are waiting .... 411 

We give thee but thine own 404 

We would see Jesus — for the shadows 12 

Welcome, sweet day of rest 30 

What a Friend we have in Jesus 7 

What cheering words are these 381 

What finite power, with ceaseless toil . 155 

What shall I render to my God 151 

What sinners value, I resign 494 

What various hindrances we meet ... 77 
When adverse winds and waves arise . 664 
When all thy mercies, O my God ! . . . 152 
When downward to the darksome tomb 491 

When I can read my title clear 378 

When I survey the wondrous cross. . . 182 
When I view my Saviour bleeding. . . 574 
When languor and disease invade . . . 398 
When, Lord ! to this our western land 655 
When, marshaled on the nightly plain 318 
When my last hour is close at hand. . 500 
When, rising from the bed of death . . 498 
When sins and fears, prevailing, rise . 282 
When this passing world is done .... 658 
When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 496 
Where high the heavenly temple stands 75 
Where the woodman's axe is ringing. 456 
While in sweet communion feeding.. 440 
While shepherds watched ' their flocks 

by night 559 

While thee I seek, protecting Power ! 150 
While, with ceaseless course, the sun . 539 

Who are these in bright array 513 

Why do we mourn departing friends. 492 
Why is thy faith, O child of God, so. 550 
Why on the bending willows hung. . . 462 
Why should we start, and fear to die ? 480 
Why will ye waste on trifling cares. . . 243 
With broken heart and contrite sigh . 251 

With joy shall I behold the day 698 

With joy we lift our eyes 33 

With one consent let all the earth . . . 672 
With songs and honors sounding loud 546 

Work, for the night is coming 407 

Work while it is to-day ! 403 

Ye faithful souls who Jesus know. . . . 585 
Ye servants of God, your Master .... 103 
Your harps, ye trembling saints 285